Wife Testo

Here she comes, my wifeSee her down on the streetWell, yeah, she's mine, supineOr up on her feet Yeah, here she comes Through the dog-breath heat With her concertina spine And her ballerina feet Under a punishing sunUnder a red and green umbrellaCall her name and beat the drumThrough the condominiums and the favelas God is gone. We got to get a new one Not lock Him down in cathedrals and cages I found the eternal woman The fire that leapt from Solomon's pages O,baby, here she comesMy righteous, ringless brideShe is the soul of an ailing continentShe is Latin America's pride There she runs, through the rain Through cities of packed dirt and boneShe's prepared to accept the burden of the world's great painAh, here she comesI will love her for all timeIn her little, small floral skirt, so shortDefying rhythm, defying rhymeThe cats are crying like babiesUp and down the alleysThe kids are howling like catsWith not enough in their bellies Here, she's gaily tripping through the streetsCats and kids stop to stareThe kids all band their guitarsThey shoot their guns into the air She don't carry no gunHer lips are loaded up with kissesShe got kisses all around her hipsShe got them criss-crossing her breasts Keep playing that songDon't let the band go homeI tell you God is goneWe are on our own Yeah, here she comesIn a dress of red and yellowUp the steps to our homeI got something to tell her I say, I say, b-b-b-b-b-baby! Ye-ye-ye-ye-ah! Yea-a-a-a-h! Uh-huh!0 b-b-b-baby! A-a-a-ah here she comes!