Le mousquetaire

He is the toy that I cant afford
Not that the price makes me want him less
oh I'm just looking at him my Lord
But even looking, you fall I guess

Shadows are dancing upon his skin,
Honey and milk - a delicious blend.
He is the song that I want to sing
He is the dance I don't want to end

God, does he move with a lazy grace,
speaking so softly around my ear.
Beg for a smile from that handsome face,
Only my heart is too far to hear...