(Terri)  I am painting here with the lights off  Making swirls with the paintbrush  You say-what could this be of?  We're laughing, neighbors they make fuss  Then you serenade me  Lucky lucky me  You are lagging behind in the dark wood  I turn, retrace all my footsteps  You leap out from a tall tree  I jump, a plot just to kiss me  I am waiting still as the nights are  Listening, practice your guitar  Watching all of the sky's stars  Listening, practice your guitar