domingo, julho 27, 2008

I Love You

she holds her head so high
like a statue in the sky
her arms are wicked,
and her legs are long
when she moves my brain screams out this song

sidewalk crouches at her feet
like a dog that begs for something sweet
do you hope to make her see, you fool?
do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

hello, hello, hello, hello
i want you
i need my baby
hello, hello, hello, hello