Testo Anywhere

Fighting for her life in IowaWith the future legends typing clubThey were reading Faulkner but it was not hard enoughThey were thinking carefully and writing down their thoughts to please usShe can go anywhere she wants toAnywhere she wants toShe wants to be hereShe looks out on fifty miles of cornIn the city clothes she's always wornWith the falling leaves the stalks turn ugly, old, and brownAnyone might think it was neglect or never meant for harvestChorusOver thinking, under-drinking, no one's chasing skirtOnly waiting, calculating, how much time til they hit pay dirtThere's a holy circle and a fireCelebrating poetry for hireSomeone cried Virginia Woolf and finally she broke downShe was almost sure the wolf was big and bad and in sheep's clothingChorus-----------------------------------Besucht mich auch unter http://www.planetmork.de