David Yazbek, Justin Guarini, Brian Stokes Mitchell - The Microphone lyrics
[David Yazbek, Justin Guarini, Brian Stokes Mitchell - The Microphone lyrics]
From the ear to the brain is a
Matter of an inch or so
The ear to the heart, a little more
From the ear to the rest of the
Woman's quite a way to go
And that's what our friend
The microphone is for
It helps if you think of a
Woman as a placid pool
Think of your voice as a precious stone
The water is still
So still until you drop your jewel
Such beautiful rings you create with
The help of your friend the microphone
Everyone has a vibration
A sleeping frequency all their own
Waiting in anticipation
For the touch of a sympathetic tone
The words aren't important
The sound contains it's own rewards
The fruit's of the alchemy you'll do
Meaningless murmurs that issue from
Your vocal chords
Turn to gold with the help of the friend
You're murmuring through
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah… blah… blah
You can say so much without saying so much
When you touch your mouth to the windscreen
You can get so close
Without getting too close
When you're holding this wonderful machine
And thanks to this product
Of genius german engineers
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
You don't have to walk this world alone
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah
This world made of women with
Hungry hearts and thirsty ears
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Anxiously waiting for sips of the
Honey that dribbles and drips
From the silver spoon pressed to your lips
Your microphone your microphone microphone
Matter of an inch or so
The ear to the heart, a little more
From the ear to the rest of the
Woman's quite a way to go
And that's what our friend
The microphone is for
It helps if you think of a
Woman as a placid pool
Think of your voice as a precious stone
The water is still
So still until you drop your jewel
Such beautiful rings you create with
The help of your friend the microphone
Everyone has a vibration
A sleeping frequency all their own
Waiting in anticipation
For the touch of a sympathetic tone
The words aren't important
The sound contains it's own rewards
The fruit's of the alchemy you'll do
Meaningless murmurs that issue from
Your vocal chords
Turn to gold with the help of the friend
You're murmuring through
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah… blah… blah
You can say so much without saying so much
When you touch your mouth to the windscreen
You can get so close
Without getting too close
When you're holding this wonderful machine
And thanks to this product
Of genius german engineers
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
You don't have to walk this world alone
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah
This world made of women with
Hungry hearts and thirsty ears
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Anxiously waiting for sips of the
Honey that dribbles and drips
From the silver spoon pressed to your lips
Your microphone your microphone microphone