Glancing through her windows
To where the soul cant hide
And peeping through the curtain
I saw what sleeps inside
Like some familiar melody of sorts
That played upon her heartstrings
As if in minor chords
To ask me deep inside
To feel to harmonise
And i was touch and go
And she was touch and glow
Oh the things we share
My pretty Bibelot
Bibelot

Talk of something priceless
Of dreams as you sleep
Talk about the moment
Talks not always cheap
No painted smiles again
Where its natural
And every one a gem
To gently feel our way
To think it and to say
I knew it all so well
And she was kiss and tell
Oh the things we share
My pretty Bibelot
Bibelot
Oh the things we share
My pretty Bibelot
The highs and the lows
The yes’s and the no’s
No diamonds no rings
Just pure and simple things
The things we share
My pretty Bibelot
Bibelot
Oh the things we share
My pretty Bibelot
Bibelot
(c) Brian Hardman 2011