Jeffrey Foucault
Jeffrey Foucault - Secretariat songtekst
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I need a woman with a heart like Secretariat To outrun my lonesome ways I'm going to take this extra rib I've got I'm going to bury it down in the dust she does not raise I need a woman with eyes like Rodin To see the body caught within the stone I'm going to take this bronze star heart I've got I'm going to melt it down, wait for love to cast the metal into bone Because I'm the blue eyed son of hurricane I'll twirl you so sweetly around But be careful you know Atlanta never looked the same After she burned to the ground After she burned down I need a woman with a heel like Achilles So I know there's always one way I can win Love is patient, love is kind, but let's be honest Love is a catalogue of deadly sins I need a woman with a chin like Joe Frazier To stand inside when I am swinging at the wind Let's you and me take the gloves off darlin' I'll tell you exactly where I've been Because I'm the blue eyed son of hurricane I'll twirl you so sweetly around But be careful you know Atlanta never looked the same After she burned to the ground I need a woman with hands like John Henry Hard enough to break the rocks down into sand And when we died we'd lay down side by side With our hammers in our hands I need a woman with a heart like Secretariat To outrun my lonesome ways I'm going to take this extra rib I've got, I'm going to bury it down in the dust she does not raise The dust she does not raise I need a woman I need a woman I need a woman I need a woman I need a woman like I need a hole in my head