Pablo Natario

The stars are out tonight And what you need of me you ve got inside you Just take me home, […]

I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style. And so I came to see her

Mama, you re on my mind A stitch upon my coda Play on the world s grand design I think

When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls

How I love you Isn t fair God must want me Next to you there And if I show up

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum, You came along and everything s startin to

They poison our sweet mother earth Destroy our sacred bodies To fill our mouths with junk and… They call this

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It s witchcraft. And I

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Widow wake my mind Widow wake my mind

How glad the many millions of annabelles and lillians Would be to capture me But you had such persistence, you

la da da, la da da da da slow pose and cross-eyed visions owed to the railroad ties humpbacks and

I won t dance, don t ask me I won t dance, don t ask me I won t dance,