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She came running down the highway, naked as the sun
Said she are you going my way poet, fool or bum Red hair had she, saw right through me, but what could she see? A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me When her left hand touched the water fire and smoke did come Laughing like some virgin's daughter, said she run for run. Freedom sleeps in caves where dreams are just in dreams we're free A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me Interlude with humming: Lee says something here I can't understand Put her cruel lips to a bottle, label Christmas Day Said she everyday is Christmas, drink some while you may. Touched the bottle, broke into the cross of calvary A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me Then she gave me toy soldiers, bright and shiny new. Take them, said she, to the children, they'll know what to do. Soon their games of madness will become reality A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me Said she'd take me to the morning rains my soul's on fire I said morning rains I've heard will wash away desire She grew angry wings and left in circled finity A poet? No, A fool? I hope not. A bum? No.....I'm only me No.....I'm only me No.....I'm only me |
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Heaven is my woman's love
Gently rising with the sun She gives me cause to face the day And brings me joy when day is done Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is the way I live She gives me all the love she can And then somehow finds more to give And when I see her in the mornin' light I feel the same as in the dark of night She is my everything and I'm proud of The heaven of my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Gently reaching out for me All she wants is what I am Searchin' not for what I'll be Heaven is my woman's love Happiness is what she gives As long as she's with me I'll find Heaven every day I live And when I see her in the mornin' light I feel the same as in the dark of night She is my everything and I'm proud of The heaven of my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my woman's love Heaven is my… |
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Oh Kari I'm coming home
Oh Kari I'm coming home Gatorade and lemonade And lying naked in the shade Pretending that I got it made by than Sniff and stuff and dip and snuff Till I think I have enough And then I gonna get up if I can Oh Kari I'm coming home Oh Kari I'm coming home The sky is green and in between Somebody says the water's clean But I bet's just a dream by The President is popping pilles And paying all the old folks' bills And wearing a silver spoon around his neck Oh Kari I'm coming home Oh Kari I'm coming home An evil eye from the FBI Came walking by and caught my eye And I told him carefully buddy I am James Bond (don't show) He caught my bluff and took my stuff And hit me till he'd had enough And took me to a place I'm not fond of Oh Kari I won't be home Oh Kari I won't be home |
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She'll be thirty two in July
And she's only known one man A blue-eyed talker name of Hawkeye Sometimes he sold pots and pans He came to her house late one summer When she was ripe and twenty two He stayed awhile with her that summer And if he left we never knew And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly She hasn't spoken since that summer Her hair has turned a silver grey Her eyes turned yellow like the roses She weeds and waters everyday And people come to buy the roses But sell them one she will not do She sits there in her six foot garden And counts the roses two-by-two And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly One day a man came by to see her He said he was Hawkeye's best friend He wondered had she'd seen old Hawkeye Her yellows eyes smiled up at him She turned and walked down to her garden And picked two roses of her choice And when she gave them to the stranger He thought he heard old Hawkeye's voice And he called her Dolly And he called her Dolly And he called.... Called her Dolly |
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