You know, her voice is different. It makes me think of another world: western lands made of golden, old house trailers parked near the everlasting roads, wild flowers tied in the hair of blonde teenagers, summer nights full of stars, bonfires on the beach while the music sounds gently. I listen to her and it feels like kissin', I feel it goin' deep down within the skin, a soft melody that strokes me on the inside. Of I could make love with a voice, I'd choose hers every time. She makes me dance and feel like the world is still a place worth livin' in.