Rima
Joan Sebastian
Rhyme
Imagine
My cowboy boots, your Persian rugs
Imagine
My calloused hands and yours smooth
Oh, it doesn't seem to rhyme
It doesn't seem to rhyme
It fills my life with sadness and hurts me
Imagine
Today I dream of fidelity every day
Imagine
The devil trying on a scapular
Oh, it doesn't seem to rhyme
It doesn't seem to rhyme
It fills my life with sadness and hurts me
But your look rhymes
With my soul in love
And our bodies rhyme when we dance
Look, your look rhymes
With my soul excited
And our lips rhyme when we kiss
Imagine
You from the city and I from a poor town
Imagine
My pride waiting for what you have left
Oh, no, it doesn't rhyme
It doesn't seem to rhyme
It fills my life with sadness and hurts me
But your look rhymes
With my soul in love
And our bodies rhyme when we dance
Look, your look rhymes
With my soul excited
And our lips rhyme when we kiss
And your look does rhyme
With my soul in love
And our bodies rhyme when we dance
Look, your look rhymes
With my soul excited
And our lips rhyme when we kiss
