I met a woman from another time
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I couldn’t think
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But a drink from her eyes
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Was like water to wine
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She wet my dreams with her distinctive mind
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I search the desert for a treasure
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And a measure of life denied
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I’m driven by cars and guitars and her voice
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Ripping up and down my spine
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And now I’m giving my life for her sight
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To be mine
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And in her presence
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My fate unwinds
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For when her essence
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Draws me too near
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I can taste her with tears
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On my tongue
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Like the sun
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In my mouth.
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I met a man who kicked my front door down
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He blew in with the Santa Ana winds
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And a half cocked hound
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He fits my body like a one horse town
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And I was drunk like a vagabond on his street
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And I lay face down
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And I rode his joy like a child on a merry-go-round
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I was young in his eyes
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I was sweet on his thighs
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I was profound
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I was shot like a free bird in flight
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To the ground.
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I woke this morning from a deadly dream
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He was my lover he was my filler
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He was my chocolate-colored killer
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He was me
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I’m built to run
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My will is to deceive
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But you penetrate severely
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I am walking insecurely
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On my knees
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And I will wait through Winter, Spring and Summer
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If you’ll Fall in love with me
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I will dance so slowly
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You will hardly know I
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Breathe
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From Rome
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To Madrid
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To Paris
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On the breeze
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My scent will find you
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Lost by degrees
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From time to time you’ll
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Sing
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With my lips
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Or my hands
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On your hips
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Or my tongue
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Like the sun
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In your mouth
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Your Tongue Like The Sun In My Mouth
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
