__________by Koffeeflava
One, Two, Three, Four.
It's her favorite hour on the clock
One, Two, Three, Four
I miss her pointing it out on the regular
One, Two, Three, Four.
Nothing, nothing, is the same since she walked out the door.
We'd be driving down the avenue or,
Spending a cozy afternoon on the strip,
With a smile on her face, she'd place her fingertip
on the dashboard and point out.
One, Two, Three, Four.
In the midnight hour,
After making mad love
half past the hour
with eyes relaxed in satisfaction
she gaze at the clock
with a smile on her face, she'd place her fingertip
on the neon light....
One, Two, Three, Four.
It's her favorite hour on the clock
One, Two, Three, Four
I miss her pointing it out on the regular
One, Two, Three, Four.
Nothing, nothing, is the same since she walked out the door.
So...now no matter where I am,
On my lunch hour,
Or messing around in the A.M
When the clock strikes
One, Two, Three, Four
I crack a knowing smile and remember.....
One, Two, Three, Four.
It's her favorite hour on the clock
One, Two, Three, Four
I miss her pointing it out on the regular
One, Two, Three, Four.
Nothing is the same since she walked out the door.
Nothing, nothing is the same since her smile left this shore.
