The Brush

By Mike Williams
From Born Too Late (2005)

I’d like to be the brush
That painted that dress on you
It must have been a rush
To be in such intimate touch
With that shade of blue
And the best part is where the color ain’t
Looks like the artist hardly got started
Before he ran out of paint
I’d like to be the brush
That painted that dress on you

I’d like to be the breeze
Whispering through your hair
Oh it would be so pleasing
To be reveling in the feeling
Of touching you everywhere
I’d blow in your ear, I’d tickle your knees
I’d whistle over and under until you say
Please, please, please
I’d like to be the breeze
Whispering through your hair

BRIDGE
Anything I can do, just to be close to you
Anything I can say, if you’ll just let me stay
I won’t get in your way, it’ll brighten my day
In a big way – hey, hey, hey…

I’d like to be the cat
Curled up by your head
It would be purrrrr-fect
To lie in the sunshine
On the corner of your bed
And all that other stuff I said about
Breezes and brush
We’ll take our time, mama
You know there ain’t no rush
I’d like to be the cat, curled up by…
I’d like to be the breeze, whisperin’ through…
I’d like to be the brush
That painted that dress on you