Willie Nile, Willie Nile, 1980
Ride to my window baby, come in the morning
under the covers maybe we can play.
The nasty old reaper don't give you no warning
ride to my window baby, come by today.
Ride to my window baby, come in the evening
the afternoon sun is going down soon.
Why be waiting there, hiding and grieving
when we could be rolling neath the vagabond moon.
It rides and thrills as it rides in the hills
and it rolls through the dregs of the night.
It shines and beams down the back alley streams
and it fills a poor heart with delight.
P.S.
Ricordando un amico.
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