Vince Jones Sensual Item
No longer the sensual item
Reflecting the beauty of the day
Now there are children all around her
Listening to what she has to say
She tells them the stories of their folklore
Remnants of love a garden rose
Innocence slips into her stories
She says to them no one really knows
How could you call my name and say I'm with you
No one ever asked my point of view
Still you make dеcisions that you feel
Convincing other that we need anew
Murals paintеd everywhere in sight
Man is still Diego's only plight
Tricks he plays discovering the new
No one ever asked our point of view
Sky rockets burst into the future
Go to the islands in the sky
His woman is watching by the window
A touch of humour in her eye
Her ideas abandon for the children
Easy to start so hard to stop
Tricks of the man she knows as her man
A touch of humour in her eyes
No longer the sensual item
Reflecting the beauty of the day
Now there are children all around her
Listening to what she has to say
Skyrockets burst into the future
Go to the islands in the sky
This woman is watching by the window
A touch of humour in her eye
How could you call my name and say I'm with you
No one ever asks my point of view
Still you make decisions that you feel
Convincing others we need the new
Murals painted everywhere in sight
Man is still Diego's only plight
Tricks he plays discovering the new
No one ever asked his point of view
