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Testo Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed
I met a Frenchman in a field last night
He was out there with an easel,
painting carnival light
He said, "I used to paint the princess;
I used to paint the frogs
Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs"
He said, "Sometimes it's a country;
sometimes it's a girl
You, everybody got to have a purpose
in this world You Yankees are so silly about matters of
the heart
Don't you know that women are the only
works of art
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin'
But that's the way it goes"
Some guys were born to Rimbaud
Some guys breathe Baudelaire
Some guys just got to go and put
their rockets everywhere
You can breed 'em by the thousands;
you can trick and you can train
Just look at all those poor dogs that are
dragged down bu the Seine
How many arrows must I shoot into the
blue?
Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you Before The Dearth of Lovers and
The Punishment of Pride
Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo
It's just to hot outside
"You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin'
But that's the way it goes"
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, sweet talk
Talk talk, tough talk
Talk talk, dirty talk
Talk talk, walk and talk
Talk talk, big talk
Kiss kiss, kiss
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, smooth talk
Talk talk, body talk
Talk talk, back talk
Talk talk, small talk
Talk talk, baby talk
Talk talk, peace talk
Talk talk, bullsh
He was out there with an easel,
painting carnival light
He said, "I used to paint the princess;
I used to paint the frogs
Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs"
He said, "Sometimes it's a country;
sometimes it's a girl
You, everybody got to have a purpose
in this world You Yankees are so silly about matters of
the heart
Don't you know that women are the only
works of art
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin'
But that's the way it goes"
Some guys were born to Rimbaud
Some guys breathe Baudelaire
Some guys just got to go and put
their rockets everywhere
You can breed 'em by the thousands;
you can trick and you can train
Just look at all those poor dogs that are
dragged down bu the Seine
How many arrows must I shoot into the
blue?
Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you Before The Dearth of Lovers and
The Punishment of Pride
Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo
It's just to hot outside
"You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're drivin' with your eyes closed
You're gonna hit somethin'
But that's the way it goes"
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, sweet talk
Talk talk, tough talk
Talk talk, dirty talk
Talk talk, walk and talk
Talk talk, big talk
Kiss kiss, kiss
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, smooth talk
Talk talk, body talk
Talk talk, back talk
Talk talk, small talk
Talk talk, baby talk
Talk talk, peace talk
Talk talk, bullsh
KORTCHMAR, DANNY / LYNCH, STANLEY / HENLEY, DON
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Don Henly/Glenn Frey/Eagles
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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Don Henly/Glenn Frey/Eagles
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