Music (You're My First Love)

Music, you're my first love, and you will be my last,
You wait for me with patience, ignore my checkered past.
You wake with me each morning, and you're faithful to the end,
Music, you're my lover, you're my friend.


Who needs misery, who needs pain?
I'm casting off the troubles of this dating game today.
'Cause other lovers leave me running for the door,
But music keeps me coming back for more...

Music, you're my first love, and you will be my last,
You wait for me with patience, ignore my checkered past.
You wake with me each morning, and you're faithful to the end,
Music, you're my lover, you're my friend.


Who needs giddiness, who needs butterflies?
Or flushing cheeks when you look in each other's eyes?
'Cause butterflies fly away, you fall back to the ground,
But music keeps me spinning 'round and 'round.

Music, you're my first love, and you will be my last,
You wait for me with patience, ignore my checkered past.
You wake with me each morning, and you're faithful to the end,
Music, you're my lover, you're my friend.


Who needs fingertips, who needs touch?
Or the kinds of motion that can make you blush?
'Cause human bodies only hold up for so long,
But music lasts forever in a song...
Baby, you can stick around a while and be my muse,
But once that song is written, someone else might fill your shoes, 'cause...

Music, you're my first love, and you will be my last,
You wait for me with patience, ignore my checkered past.
You wake with me each morning, and you're faithful to the end,
Music, you're my lover, you're my friend.




copyright Heather Johnson 2006.