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Little latin loop de loop. Lyrics by Salome Strangelove
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Less than three she types to me from some Starbucks in Savannah
A thousand miles away and yet so very close inside.
I type back, it looks like rain and she plays Pollyanna
Warming up the world around me. She helps me take it all in stride.
A dozen times a day I mail her post cards in my mind
For a man who's been so careful, I just can't stop flying blind
I question everything but that just leaves me wanting more
If it's a sickness, I'm not looking for a cure.
I know you think I'm crazy saying this is meant to be
But all that I can tell you is that she's my less than three
Sure, I could play the cynic. Could throw it down the track.
You think I'm flirting with the third rail. Got a monkey on my back
But you have never heard the way she laughs when she's afraid
It's like a vesper, Some sweet southern serenade.
And I know you think I'm crazy saying this is meant to be
But all that I can tell you is that she's my less than three
Technology and time give about the same they steal.
If it's not right beside us, does that mean it isn't real
I may not have the answers but I know the way I feel.
I know you think I'm crazy saying this is meant to be
But all that I can tell you is that she's my less than three.
A thousand miles away and yet so very close inside.
I type back, it looks like rain and she plays Pollyanna
Warming up the world around me. She helps me take it all in stride.
A dozen times a day I mail her post cards in my mind
For a man who's been so careful, I just can't stop flying blind
I question everything but that just leaves me wanting more
If it's a sickness, I'm not looking for a cure.
I know you think I'm crazy saying this is meant to be
But all that I can tell you is that she's my less than three
Sure, I could play the cynic. Could throw it down the track.
You think I'm flirting with the third rail. Got a monkey on my back
But you have never heard the way she laughs when she's afraid
It's like a vesper, Some sweet southern serenade.
And I know you think I'm crazy saying this is meant to be
But all that I can tell you is that she's my less than three
Technology and time give about the same they steal.
If it's not right beside us, does that mean it isn't real
I may not have the answers but I know the way I feel.
I know you think I'm crazy saying this is meant to be
But all that I can tell you is that she's my less than three.
TobinMueller
I love the line "But you have never heard the way she laughs when she's afraid." I enjoyed the fresh lines couched between the ordinary cliches, which is a perfect rhythm for the message. Hey, are you working on a new album? Is this a demo or a finished track?
Great to hear you sharing on MJ again.