besspeacetime: (peacock)
For Marlon
They call you lady luck
But there is room for doubt
At times you have a very un-lady-like way
Of running out

Your on this date with me
The pickin's have been lush
And yet before the evening is over
You might give me the brush

You might forget your manners
You might refuse to stay
And so the best that I can do is pray

Luck be a lady tonight
Luck be a lady tonight
Luck if you've been a lady to begin with
Luck be a lady tonight

Luck let a gentleman see
Just how nice a dame you can be
I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with
Luck be a lady with me

A lady never leaves her escort
It isn't fair, it isn't nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight

A lady never flirts with strangers
She'd have a heart, she'd be nice
A lady doesn't wander all over the room
And blow on some other guys dice

Lets keep this party polite
Never get out of my sight
Stick with me baby, I'm the guy that you came in with
Luck be a lady tonight


*******
Yes I'm a Freak
besspeacetime: (peacock)
"Waters Of March"
Antonio Carlos Jobim and Susannah McCorkle


A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road;
It's feeling alone, it's the weight of your load;
It's a sliver of glass, it's life, it's the sun;
It's night, it's death, it's a knife, it's a gun;
A flower that blooms, a fox in the brush;
A knot in the wood, the song of a thrush;
A myst'ry of life, the steps in the hall;
The sound of the wind, and the waterfall.
It's the moon floating free, it's the curve of the slope;
It's an end, it's a bee, it's a reason for hope;
And the river bank sings of the waters of March;
It's the promise of spring, the joy in your heart.

A spear, a spike, a stake, a nail;
It's a drip, it's a drop, it's the end of the tale;
The dew on the leaf in the morning light,
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night;
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's the will to survive, it's a jolt, it's a jump;
Blue print of a house, a body in bed;
Car stuck in the mud, it's the mud, it's the mud;
A fish, a flash, a wish, a wing;
It's a hawk, it's a dove, it's the promise of spring;
And the river bank sings of the waters of March;
It's the end of dispair, the joy in your heart.

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road;
The stump of a tree, it's a frog, it's a toad;
A sigh, a breath, a walk, a run;
A life, a death, a rain, a sun;
And the river bank sings of the waters of March;
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.

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