Women Everywhere
Women, women, everywhere
but not a single one for me,
Perhaps I should be looking,
below the deep blue sea.
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With long blue hair and tentacles
She’d have me all entwined.
Holding me gentle on the waves
She’d surely be a find.
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Only two arms to hold her close,
She’d have me wrapped up tender.
Never would do me any harm,
So soft and strong and slender.
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Maybe one from the mountain tops,
In a wind-swept hut of stone.
With straggly hair and simple cloths
And the garden she has grown.
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Her muscles strong from livin’ hard,
climbs the rocks like a mountain goat.
She’d have the children clinging,
to my arms and ‘round my throat.
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Take my chance by a pretty lake,
In a house forgotten, lonely.
She’ll be glad to hold me tight,
I will be her one and only.
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Long red hair plaited fancy,
Freckles on her shining face.
I’ll marry her in the Springtime,
with the birds and flowers and lace.