On a velvet morning in the northern hemisphere
I wake up, my arm around my dear
Her eyes are closed, she′s dreaming I suspect
I kiss her lovely head and breathe upon her neck and whisper
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
She turns over, kisses my face
What did I do, to deserve this grace?
Her breath is warm as she snuggles in to say
Good morning darling, in her own special way
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio Jane
We make love so tender and so slow
And fall asleep again, for how long I don't know
When we re-awake the morning is still young
And that sweet little phrase comes tripping off our tongues
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio Jane
I love her courage, I love her craft
I love the funny way she claps her hands and laughs
I love the feeling of her skin against my skin (against my skin)
And I love these words we say when day begins
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, pio pio Jane
Pio pio, Jane
Writer(s): Michael Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
