JETHRO TULL

JETHRO TULL - The Little Flower Girl lyrics

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Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart.

I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.

Painted sister stopped beside. A word upon her saintly lip.

Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.

I don't know where she might go when she runs home at night.

It's for the best: I wouldn't rest when I turned out the light.

No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----

just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.

I have touched that face a dozen times before. And I have let my pencil run.

Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.

My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.

Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.

I close the door. She is no more until the next appointed hour.

Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.

No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----

just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine.

Down at the church my flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart.

I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.

My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.

Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.

I mean no harm. I mean.

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