Rima
Joan Sebastian
Rhyme
Imagine
My cowboy boots
Your Persian rugs
Imagine
My calloused hands
And yours smooth
Oh, it's like it doesn't rhyme
Like it doesn't rhyme
Fills my life with sadness
And hurts me
Imagine
Today I dream of fidelity daily
Imagine
The devil trying on a scapular
Oh, it's like it doesn't rhyme
Like it doesn't rhyme
Fills my life with sadness
And hurts me
But your gaze rhymes
With my loving soul
And our bodies rhyme when we dance
Look, your gaze rhymes
With my hopeful soul
And our lips rhyme when we kiss
Imagine
You from the city and me from a poor town
Imagine
My pride waiting for what you have left
Oh, it's like it doesn't rhyme
