This grass train brings a funky black hearted queen
she looks between eyelashes
she breaks in front of me
all in red, her stormy bobby hair
I've never been dancing like this,
without moving and the fire burn the skin
All we ever do:
Sing to believe
Leather on a clear night
clear of thoughts
naughty kind smile while invites me upstairs
such healthy medicine for this sore chest.
No words needed between the steps
while her long dress hides nature weapons
but hey, alabama queen
the paths are weird between soul and blings
no complications seem to be around you
ever sharing this secret with me
while i make you disappear from the place
in a grass train made of pillows and lp's
before you get back on your dancing feet.
Brother to Brother - Chance with you
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