Four Tips Up

She's a fierce kinda laid back hustler getting them turns in I take it wide and round, she's watching me exploring The crevices of the mountainside that make for fine soaring We're taking turns behind each other beauty in the morning We roll up to the chair and there the shyness starts a pouring Out from both insides of us it's just like christmas morning The crisp cool air rolls around our faces all a forming Images of early lovers bashfully adoring Riding the powder of her soul I've got them fresh tracks this I know She's got the same kind of line on me Four tips up and free I'm hoping that a yard sale never finds me fallen All about her bumps that I'm so lovingly carving Soft and sweet for as to keep her from alarming I'm sticking close behind her in her mind exploring As for now I still don't know all too much about her I met her in the singles line don't wanna ride without her Her twinkling eyes finding mine between the runs of powder She clears me like an avalanche and warms me like the chowder Riding the powder of her soul I've got them fresh tracks this I know She's got the same kind of line on me Four tips up, Four tips up Four tips up and free Riding the powder of her soul I've got them fresh tracks this I know She's got the same kind of line on me Four tips up, Four tips up Four tips up and free