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"Dancing Barefoot" de Patti SmithShe is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin/e
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
Could it be he's taking over me...
[chorus]
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she...
Here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...
[chorus]
(oh god I fell for you...)
The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations
What is it that calls to us ?
Why must we pray screaming ?
Why must not death be redefined ?
We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass
An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
(oh god I fell for you...) | She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I fell so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me...
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come on like some heroin/e
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He, who is chosen by she
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly,
Could it be he's taking over me...
[chorus]
She is re-creation
She, intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she...
Here I go and I don't know why,
I spin so ceaselessly,
'til I lose my sense of gravity...
[chorus]
(oh god I fell for you...)
The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations
What is it that calls to us ?
Why must we pray screaming ?
Why must not death be redefined ?
We shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass
An afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
The hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.
(oh god I fell for you...)
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