 |
|
 |
• NEWS • TOUR DATES • BIOG • REVIEWS • DISCOGRAPHY • SAMPLES • MAILING LIST • BUY MUSIC |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
She'd warm feet and pink lips, they slapped her, she gave a cry The patter of tiny feet, from first kiss to goodbye She moved to the city, she phones if she's still alive Lives with a young man, said she'd be his bride She told me that love was mostly illusion Then laughs like a child, it hides her confusion Twisting and turning, finally falling Twisting and turning, finally falling Twisting and turning, finally falling for you Short hair, a long dress, a ring on her finger He plies her with cheap wine and perfumes that linger She tries not to think of the chances she smothered And hides in the arms of the children she mothered She moved to the country, the fields and the rivers And all that was promised but never delivered She could have been more if she wanted to be She could have been more than the woman you see The choices were plenty, but chances were few Now she's twisting and turning Finally falling for you |
|
|
||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||
