Story Behind The Song

How I met my fiancee.

Song Description

Song about the begining of a relationship that asks questions of wholeheartedness and commitment

Lyrics

Part of your Soul

If I were to give it to you, would you know how to treat it,
See it, be it as if part of your soul?

It?d be an issue if I dissed you
For not speaking ?pon my greeting thinking I could kiss you
Forever, clever be the ways around your finger
You ties men like hypno?
Definite beginners, be gotten
Your secret garden, wouldn?t mind
To be lost in. Remember that approach
And slung the ?L? word after the shaft was felt. (Word?)
Was like, ?fuck I do over power U??
But true, felt an inner flower grew. Showered by who?
Believe it. Something made me see it
Now lets revert to the birth.
Major converse, we spittin? over laundry
Do not act like you don?t want me
I?m big enough to say it?s mutual. Ooh, wow
Time for me to get to know you well so do tell
Me little something ?bout how you spend your eve?s
Nothing up my sleeve I?m here to breathe
And not lookin?
But if it fell into my pot, trust I ain?t afraid to play chef
And do the cookin?. Baby passed the herbs.

Chorus (repeat)

Pass the herbs, sugar and spice
Supposedly everything that makes up your gene structure
?Cavat his eruptor? (You mean Caveat Emptor?)
See how I dress? Sport wares that let the buyer be
Complexity definitely part of the recipe
I see it like this, it?s just peaking what?s interes-
Ting like that Yardie drink
Savor the sip and don?t think
Just let it consume your entire being
Experience the type love only the Gods are seeing
And simply be it? breathe it? as it
Anesthetically paralyzes the superficial
Your heart tissue so saturated I?m lost with you
Ooh, the air up here is so thin in regards to the oxygen
Though non-bothering ?til if and when I part from you
But to harbor these thoughts
Is like admitting you?re human
And inevitable is the path to a love ruined
Sound puss-?
Fuck it that?s mothers doin? and I ain?t shying from it
Ever wonder why moralistically the world seems (to be) plummeting
Ever hear a free bird truly sing? in the morning
It?s beautiful

Chorus (repeat)


(Bridge)

If I were to give it to you, could it be part of the very thing
Giving beautiful starts to everything that?s embarking your being
I?m seeing the reason we?re greeting by the meeting
Of lips touching, blood rushing from your head to your toes
Becoming part of your soul


Totally blurred by the kitten purr from the stroke of fur
Sending tingles through your nerves that put the swerve in your curves
And as bond is my word, before delivery, it?s signed, sealed.
The type of ?G? that makes you ?rrrrrrrrrr? when that ass appeals

-P. Russell