Joan Hart Biography

Your fingers electrify my skin
And send shivers down my spine
I’m so very aware
Of your hand in mine
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They measure intelligence -
The reflection of the mind

They measure your appearance
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It's such a struggle
to keep these feet on the ground,
they seem intent to fly.
What use is my head
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Bottom of the bottle
I’m visiting tonight.
I’m swiftly on my way -
Your face is in my sight.
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Your eyes lead to places
As cold and hard as stone
Your stubbornness leaves you
Destined to be alone
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