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Nick Cave & The Bad Seed Miscellaneous Wife Here she comes, my wife See her down on the street Well, yeah, she's mine, supine Or up on her feet Yeah, here she comes Through the dog-breath heat With her concertina spine And her ballerina feet Under a punishing sun Under a red and green umbrella Call her name and beat the drum Through the condominiums and the favelas God is gone. We got to get a new one Not lock Him down in cathedrals and cages I found the eternal woman The fire that leapt from Solomon's pages O, baby, here she comes My righteous, ringless bride She is the soul of an ailing continent She is Latin America's pride There she runs, through the rain Through cities of packed dirt and bone She's prepared to accept the burden of the world's great pain Ah, here she comes I will love her for all time In her little, small floral skirt, so short Defying rhythm, defying rhyme The cats are crying like babies Up and down the alleys The kids are howling like cats With not enough in their bellies Here, she's gaily tripping through the streets Cats and kids stop to stare The kids all band their guitars They shoot their guns into the air She don't carry no gun Her lips are loaded up with kisses She got kisses all around her hips She got them criss-crossing her breasts Keep playing that song Don't let the band go home I tell you God is gone We are on our own Yeah, here she comes In a dress of red and yellow Up the steps to our home I got something to tell her I say, I say, b-b-b-b-b-baby! Ye-ye-ye-ye-ah! Yea-a-a-a-h! Uh-huh! 0 b-b-b-baby! A-a-a-ah here she comes! |
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