Letra da Música: Arianne - Johnny Mathis

Arianne's an April morning
That comes rippling through my window
She's the smell of coffee brewing
On a quiet rainy Sunday
And the purring of a kitten
That has made my neck
A pillow for it's head

Arianne's the silly music
That my father used to whistle
She's the new leaf on the fern
That I had given up last winter
And what writer's have to feel like
When they suddenly discover
They've been read

Arianne is mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest of birthdays
Then the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday
With a tan

Arianne is made of feelings
So I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing
And I taste her where she loves me
And I'm filled to over flowing
But there's always room for more of Arianne

Arianne is mama's crystal
Bread that's nearly finished baking
And the rainbow in a puddle
And the happiest of birthdays
Then the going off on Friday
And the coming back on Monday
With a tan

Arianne is made of feelings
So I milk her of her kisses
And I swallow up her breathing
And I taste her where she loves me
And I'm filled to over flowing
But there's always room for more of Arianne