In this house the decor is obvious up scour.

See clearly the theory of less is more.

A plant a pet and books on the shelf.

And a frame on the wall where you can,

Picture yourself,

And you're welcome to stay.

But even your company must complement.

The feng shui.

Even down to what I have on.

They do wonder to what.

Extent I have gone.

Tailored and tapered couture to the curb.

Demanding the attention.

That it does deserve.

Fabrics for the forecast of the day

I admit it

Everything is fitted to fall in feng shui.

More importantly the way that I move.

If I'm in your town, my needles down,

On the groove.

On site they know my song.

It ain't slow and it sho ain't long.

You see I do not play.

Forgive me father, I was forced,

Out of feng shui.

A flow as subtle as a summer breeze.

Like the whispering winds and

The talking trees.

To big to be boxed in, it bobs and weaves.

It evolves, it solves, it gives and receives.

And everything I say is

Calculated appropriated

Written and arranged in feng shui!