en trance chapter I lost count I guess it’s Nine ;-)

lyrics anyone?

American woman, stay away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come hanging around my door
I don’t want to see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin’ old with you
Now woman, stay away
American woman, listen what I say

American woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knocking around my door
I don’t want to see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, get away
American woman, listen what I say

American woman, I said get away
American woman, listen what I say
Don’t come hanging around my door
Don’t want to see your face no more
I don’t need your war machines
I don’t need your ghetto scenes
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, get away
American woman, listen what I say
American woman, stay away from me
American woman, mama let me be

I gotta go
I gotta getta away
Babe I gotta go
I wanna fly away
I’m gonna leave you woman
I’m gonna leave you woman
I’m gonna leave you woman
I’m gonna leave you woman
Bye bye, bye bye…
Bye bye, bye bye
American woman…..
And you’re no good for me
And I’m no good for you
I look you right straight in the eye
And tell you what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna leave you woman
You know I gotta go
I’m gonna leave you woman
I gotta go
I gotta go

I gotta go
American woman
Yeah

why not guees who 😉

Bar flying high

I get world’s wisdom through my nose
and I’m too cool to snap my fingers.
I wear gloves, actually, because
my velvet-skinned hands are holy.
Here and there I’m forced to kiss
wet lips; the ladies approve.
They buy me drinks and show the goods.

Eventually, between two fixes, I might sit down
and play some sexy piano Jazz.

The truth, of course, is, that I’m nowhere near desire
when I come with fingers spread out on the keys.
I still need the warmth of your breasts and a downer
to make it into the night.
And you want me to keep the gloves on.