live in the studio, late at night, take 1 -- lo-fi but it gets the point across
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Slow Dance
Since you asked me dark haired woman
I'll tell you where we stand.
You want me to close the distance.
You want me to slow the dance,
and I will; I'll open my soul to you.
I'll let you take me home.
I'll fill you ... O my love
until we explode.
I'll go with you if you want me to go.
I'll take the dance that slow.
Do you want to grow old?
Or do you crave the fire of ecstasy?
If you can't love a tragedy
you better keep me at an arm's length.
If you want to grow old
you can't taste the fire of ecstasy.
If you don't want a tragedy
You better keep me at an arm's length.
Yes you're pulling me dark eyed woman.
Will you pull me down so far?
The whirlpool will pull us under
if we dare to cross the bar.
It's destruction; don't you know?
or a suicide pact.
If we go much deeper,
the king's horses can't pull us back.
We could drink the wine of beauty.
We could dance the lovers' leap.
O woman, feel the attraction.
If we make a pact, I'll keep it.
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