Masters In China

You've always been bashful, you're just that way
But your eyes are like billboards, they give you away
You're mouth is a trumpet somebody else plays
Long after the notes gone the tone usually stays

And your chest's a fine pillow with lining of feather
Your hair is a family who's strands stick together
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a mind that the lord only knows

The tongue of an angel floats in red wine saliva
Your teeth ravel porcelain made by masters in China
Your face can't be captured by pictures or words
And your voice is a music that I never heard

And your skin is a cream dipped out beyond measure
Your nose is a peak never touched by the weather
Your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
Played by a soul that the lord only knows