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私について
All Day Man 4 U
Momma always asked me why I never went out with nice girls with shiny shoes. She didn't understand why I liked the ones who looked like Gypsies or rock stars, the girls who pressed hard against me in the dark, breathing their secrets into me. I liked the girls with hungry eyes that licked me like flames, the girls with tattoes and wild habits. I liked the girls who drove too fast, racing with the midnight stars, the girls who got me drunk and purred in my ear like stray cats. I liked the girls with apartments by the railroad tracks, whose steaming locomotive heat devoured me on crumpled sheets, the girls with guitars and tootight blue jeans. Momma wanted me to marry a doctor, lawyer, Indian chiefs daughter, a tepid, lukewarm girl with degrees. She didn't understand I was smoldering inside, an incandescent quiet flame burning in the night.
Deep within her there is a gypsy. The one who dances merrily and with wild abandon. The one with a spirit so wild and free. Her eyes absorb all there is to see, thus giving her a quiet wisdom. In all things she sees the beauty and joy. In her there is no fear, as she sees only the truths. At night you can watch her dancing in the shadow of the fire's glow. Her images looming in at out in the shadows of the night. Her deep, passionate laughter fills the air in a haunting melody. Her restless spirit leads her to far away places, seeking wonder. Her immense passion propels her into maddening love. Her abandon sets free the spirit of the man who dares approach. Her heart knows no bounds, as she lives for all of the tomorrows. She is the gypsy, the wild one, the one with the spirit of living. I sit and rest in the Field of Dreams waiting for my Gypsy
Momma always asked me why I never went out with nice girls with shiny shoes. She didn't understand why I liked the ones who looked like Gypsies or rock stars, the girls who pressed hard against me in the dark, breathing their secrets into me. I liked the girls with hungry eyes that licked me like flames, the girls with tattoes and wild habits. I liked the girls who drove too fast, racing with the midnight stars, the girls who got me drunk and purred in my ear like stray cats. I liked the girls with apartments by the railroad tracks, whose steaming locomotive heat devoured me on crumpled sheets, the girls with guitars and tootight blue jeans. Momma wanted me to marry a doctor, lawyer, Indian chiefs daughter, a tepid, lukewarm girl with degrees. She didn't understand I was smoldering inside, an incandescent quiet flame burning in the night.
Deep within her there is a gypsy. The one who dances merrily and with wild abandon. The one with a spirit so wild and free. Her eyes absorb all there is to see, thus giving her a quiet wisdom. In all things she sees the beauty and joy. In her there is no fear, as she sees only the truths. At night you can watch her dancing in the shadow of the fire's glow. Her images looming in at out in the shadows of the night. Her deep, passionate laughter fills the air in a haunting melody. Her restless spirit leads her to far away places, seeking wonder. Her immense passion propels her into maddening love. Her abandon sets free the spirit of the man who dares approach. Her heart knows no bounds, as she lives for all of the tomorrows. She is the gypsy, the wild one, the one with the spirit of living. I sit and rest in the Field of Dreams waiting for my Gypsy
