I saw sweet Jenny
in the lobby of the famous Blue Hotel
She was dancing with another man
He was treating her real well
Her head resting on his fancy shoulder;
it didn't matter that he was older
and with a smile she took a chance
gave the other men a second glance
she'd wink and smile and pout
and I knew what that was all about
She used to do the same with me
back in 1973
and then she'd say "Baby, can't you squeeze me close
I don't ever want to be your ghost."
Well, that was simply fine with me
back in 1973
when her hair was scarlet and her dress was black,
I'd kiss her lips without turning back
She'd eat me up and never turn me down
Each day we'd drive laughing into town
And the road ahead full of fire and heat
No, I never wanted to leave that street
Hot traffic under smooth night skies,
I felt the need in her hungry eyes
Just running on empty but she wanted more,
so i'd do it again for a wild encore
Well, that was simply fine with me
back in 1973
when her hair was scarlet and her dress was black,
I'd kiss her lips without turning back
and then she'd say "Baby, can't you squeeze me close
I don't ever want to be your ghost."
And with a smile she took a chance
gave the other men a second glance
she'd wink and smile and pout
and I knew what that was all about
Well, that was simply fine with me
back in 1973
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Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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