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i am his lady, i am running like a river, shining in the morning sun, dancing in the sea breeze, very glad to be what i want to be, i’m his lady. the days are easy, they are running like a river, he walks out to meet the day, taking my world with him, looking fine and free, seeing into me, i’m his lady. he’s deep and shallow and fast and slow, like a river that knows where to go. i am his lady and i wonder what to give him, shall i give myself today, will the giving please him, he’s a sweet wild thing and i love to sing, i’m his lady, he’s a sweet wild thing and i love to sing, i’m his lady. he’s deep and shallow and trapped and free, like a river that runs to the sea. i am his lady, i am running like a river, faster than a flood in spring, slower than a sparrow with a wounded wing, but a song to sing, i’m his lady. he’s a sweet wild thing and i love to sing i’m his lady, he’s a sweet wild thing and i love to sing i’m his lady, he’s a sweet wild thing and i love to sing i’m his lady. |
