Dangerous Fun

     
 

Her body is as liquid and as perfect as a wave
As tender and as vicious as a bird that I once saved
But if I touch her she won't feel it
And what I tell her she won't hear
And if she loves me she'll conceal it
And she'll cry if I come near

It takes patience to walk
And spirit to run
But nothing to pity yourself
But it's dangerous fun

Rich harvest of the grape and grain
I taste my lovers mouth
She smells of the evening rain
And the breezes from the south
But if I face her she won't know me
And if I weaken she won't wait
And she knows magic that she won't show me
And if love comes it will come too late

It takes patience to walk on
And spirit to run
But nothing to pity yourself
But it's dangerous fun


Quiet About It

  © 1972 Jesse Winchester      "Dangerous Fun" Rodney Crowell
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