Riding to New York
Song of the day;;
You were writhing on the floor
Like a moth in molasses
Who ever taught you to move your body like that?
Goose pimpled, yelled Spanish
Like some out of date acid
Who ever taught you to scream like that?
Maybe someday I could move like you
(Maybe someday I could move like you)
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I can scream like you
(Maybe someday I can scream like you)
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
You were crying on the shoulders
Of the men in the shadows
Who ever taught you to sell your sex like that?
I'm thinking through halos
In a stained glass window
Jesus, strangers are as strange as that
Maybe someday I could move like you
(Maybe someday I could move like you)
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I can scream like you
(Maybe someday I can scream like you)
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I could move like you
(Maybe someday I could move like you)
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
Maybe someday I can scream like you
(Maybe someday I can scream like you)
But I'm not looking for a holy ghost
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