I hung around the medicine man
Now for days on end
It's dangerous to fly, so high,
In this darkness
She was all down to business
Made a compelling argument
Her words were of numbing cold
Riving cement
there’s a low humming in my head
there’s a low humming in my head
there’s a low humming in my head!
The smoke that sheltered my eyes,
Testified something was burning inside
The road flew fast under the headlights
And the purple sky
She took my hand and I was defeated
By the smoothness of her thigh
Oh why would she carry a knife
To a gunfight?
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