Paolo Nutini "Beeswing" lírica

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I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags
The Hawks against the Doves

I took a job in the Steamie
Down on Cauldrum Street
I fell in love with a laundry girl
Who was working next to me

She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child
She was running wild, said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

Brown hair zig-zag round her face
And a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights
There was animal in her eyes

She said, young man, Oh can't you see
I'm not that factory kind
If you don't take me out of here
I'll surely lose my miind

Oh, she was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was this lost child
She was running wild, said
As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me any other way

We was camping down the Gower one time
The work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost
And I thought maybe we should

We was drinking more in those days
And tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run round
With the rambling itch

And they say her flower is faded now
Hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
For the chains that you refuse

She was a rare thing
Fine as a beeswing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well, I wouldn't want her any other way

Oh, I wouldn't want her any other way
Oh, I wouldn't want her any other way