Back to The Kellaways
(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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This is a novel way to start a story 'Bout a laid-back lady who gained her glory She never was wasted, she never was spiked She always tasted and knew what she liked She was the heroine, she always stayed calm Purest heroine, gave me a shot in the arm The heroine, who could fix anything Lovely heroine, she always rushed in |
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Where angels and saints fear to tread All men have to face her with dread The spear is the key to her art: To pierce the stoutest man's heart She's the heroine, she stays on the tracks Hero's heroine, she repels all attacks The heroine, who is never asleep Magic heroine, she can stealthily creep |
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Into dreams or to moments more real A lover who lives by her feel She works with a needle and thread For sewing the souls of the dead She's the heroine, who denies all distress Perfect heroine, she's the ideal mistress Fearless heroine, both rider and horse Oh heroine, inexhaustible source |
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My heroine, wondrous heroine Ah, heroine, my heroine Heroine, purer than snow My heroine, I go where you go Heroine, gentle and slow Heroine, I know yes I know Heroine, purer than snow My heroine, I go where you go Heroine, heroine, heroine, hero-ine Heroine, heroine, heroine, hero-ine |