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Don Henley Building The Perfect Beast Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed I met a frenchman in a field last night He was out there with an easel, Painting carnival light He said, "i used to paint the princess; I used to paint the frogs Now i paint mustaches on dangerous dogs" He said, "sometimes it's a country; Sometimes it's a girl You, everybody got to have a purpose In this world You yankees are so silly about matters of The heart Don't you know that women are the only Works of art You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're gonna hit somethin' But that's the way it goes" Some guys were born to rimbaud Some guys breathe baudelaire Some guys just got to go and put Their rockets everywhere You can breed 'em by the thousands; You can trick and you can train Just look at all those poor dogs that are Dragged down bu the seine How many arrows must i shoot into the Blue? Ah, you little maniac, i'm crazy over you Before the dearth of lovers and The punishment of pride Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo It's just to hot outside "you're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're drivin' with your eyes closed You're gonna hit somethin' But that's the way it goes" Talk talk, talk and talk Talk talk, sweet talk Talk talk, tough talk Talk talk, dirty talk Talk talk, walk and talk Talk talk, big talk Kiss kiss, kiss Talk talk, talk and talk Talk talk, smooth talk Talk talk, body talk Talk talk, back talk Talk talk, small talk Talk talk, baby talk Talk talk, peace talk Talk talk, bullshit |
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