Candles and Cut Flowers

<br>Jerry Jeff Walker<br><br>She likes candles and cut flowers, rearranging them for hours<br>And as she`s lost in thought, I see the girl she was<br>I watch her standing in the kitchen, <br>Snipping stems off with her scissors<br>And humming out a love song, like she always does<br>Then the flowers go in vases that appear in all the places<br>That gives the world around her, a little woman`s touch<br><br>And she`s the kind of woman, every woman wants to be like<br>And every man like me can`t live without<br><br>Next she changes out the candles that have melted on the mantles<br>From the party that she hosted, just some nights ago<br>Then the round one on the piano, its unusual for the deep glow<br>That emanates inside it, when the wick is low<br>And the tall ones by the window, that she likes because the soft glow<br>Gives the room a feeling that she`s not alone<br><br>And when she`s not around you, you feel like something`s missing<br>But the candles and the flowers say she`s there<br><br>She likes dinners with old friends, late-night calls that come from girlfriends<br>She`ll listen and tell them, if they`re wrong or right<br>Later on she`ll draw a hot bath, light a candle, play some soft jazz<br>Melt down in the bubbles, and the candlelight<br>Before bed she likes some white wine, says it helps her mind to unwind<br>As she reads a little while and drifts off in the night<br><br>And as she lies there sleeping, I can`t believe she loves me<br>But when she says she loves you, you feel loved<br><br>She likes candles and cut flowers, rearranging them for hours<br>And as she`s lost in thought, I see the girl she was