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Annie Claire
End of the evening
Tender

   

Annie Claire.

All I can think of is Annie Claire
big brown eyes
and raven's wing hair
she breezes through my daytime life
and loves me in my dreams

and I love her
and want her to be
the girl that I could live with
yes I need her
and want her to see
that she's the only one
who can save me.

So everyday
when she gets on the bus
everything changes
from me into us
but I can't say the words
my heart is screaming
she looks at me and I turn my head
and stair unseeing through dirty glass instead
too crazy, too shy, to even face her

but I love her
and want her to be
the girl that I could live with
yes I need her
and want her to see
that she's the only one
who can save me.

 
   

End of the evening.

It's the end of the evening and I'm burnt and blasted
and the way I feel now I'm surprised that I lasted
and you take my hand
and lead me upwards
with the drop of your dress
I'm glad that we trusted
oh oh oh .

As I lay in the sea of the booze and the bed sheets
when I'm glad I ignored all the things that my head said
and you touch my chest
and lead me outwards
and I don't need the Gods
to tell me what I should
oh oh oh.

Like the bird in the bamboo I'm at the mercy
of the forces of nature and I feel the frenzy
and you touch my hips
and lead me forward
and you're making me drunker than ever the wine could
oh oh oh.

 
   

Tender.
She wears shoes of ice
the wings of small things
flutter in her heart
and she can feel the winds of life
all tingle tangle in her hair
so wont you sir be careful
with her pickle jar emotional release
and if you need to ease the covers
please be careful don't leave a crease
'cause she don't need another
not another
butterfly romance
no she don't need another
not another butterfly romance.

He has eyes to find
the small unguarded window
to your heart
and he has lies to prise
your fingers from the secrets you try to hide
and while he's wheeler dealing
playing games and gambling with her love
it's never what it seems
and dreams all fall apart
when push comes to shove
and she don't need another
not another
butterfly romance
no she don't need another
not another butterfly romance.

When at last the time has come
and you've finally had your fun
she don't need to cry again
she don't need to cry again

If you look behind her smile you'll find
how tender is her soul
and while he buys the drinks you think
oh please be careful don't lose control
'cause he is not the kind
to have to hold to cherish 'til death do part
and he is not the kind
to understand your ballerina heart
and you don't need another
not another
butterfly romance
no she don't need another
not another butterfly romance.

 

 

  
   

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