Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Monday, February 10, 2014

the beautiful Jezebel

Well, I had you in the afternoon
While the stars stayed silent in the sky
I could have held you for a thousands nights
But you wouldn't give it a try
Oh, no one was guarding our back door
So I was pushed out the ol'front way
Passing the lonely hearts club band;
I heard a love song they used to play
And was completely under your thumb and feeling blue
It was harder now to get a proper sense of you
I kept falling under a midnight spell
Turned myself into a half empty shell
While you, my dear, became the beautiful Jezebel
And when i phoned and got no answer
Your friend said you were a ballet dancer
Living from a suitcase on the open road
Hiding inside your pretty expensive pot of gold
But when I asked for a better point of view
I only got a momentary glimpse of you
Well, i gave you roses and my sweat shirt
Your left me with a letter and those thousand words hurt
I took a pill and had a drink, that's what I think
I heard no sound and soon found myself looking around
And was completely under your thumb and feeling blue
It was harder now to get a proper sense of you
I kept falling under a midnight spell
Turned myself into an empty shell
While you, my dear, became the beautiful Jezebel






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