I wasn't singing this when I was twenny three. I was too young, I didn't know the world ... I was jusz explorin' it.
Seventeen years after ... when I have tried everything ... God tell me, is it wrong to search?
Scarcely I did. Reluctantly I did. I wasn't even aware that I did.
I searched and I was wrong, and wronged ...
So after then, I chose to be steady ...
So may be then ... that time ... I was dressed with cotton and thread ...
... and so a few years back, I wanted something more ... of this life ... of myself ...
... and so even when I was mistaken ... i do still crave ...
... this gYpsy life, this fairy tale, black or white to find ...
... Real. I jusz thought, and hoped, that Baby, it was you. With you.
"Aren't I lovely
And do you want me cause
I am hungry for something that will make me real
Can you see me and
Do you love me cause
I am desperately searching for something
Real."
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