chorus girl, 1969
I’d like to be a chorus girl, 1969
Feathers, fan kicks, fishnets, big tits, sweet, white wine
Scandalous behavior, Warhol parties all the time
Chorus girl, 1969
I’d like to be a pagan man in 44BC
Pre-Jesus, no preachers between paradise and me
I’d live and breathe and love and need and die and cease to be
Pagan man, 44BC
I’d like to jump right off my shadow
Leave this troubled time behind me
And I’d like to think, wherever I go
Your love is bound to find me
I’d like to write the story of our torrid affair
A modern Odyssey, inspiring lovers everywhere
The sexy, steamy, wild, wet dreamy, honest truth laid bare
The story of our torrid love affair
I’d like to see me old, heart turned gold, hair turned white
The picture of serenity, just knowing it’s all right
I’d smile into your eyes and fall asleep besides you every night
Can’t you see us old and gold and white?
Then we would jump right off our shadows
Leave this troubled world behind
On a flying trapeze of tarnished halos
Gone to rest in peace and lose our minds
Into the wild, blue yonder, off we go
Gone to rest in peace and lose our minds
