A Girl Called Mercy - Rosalynn

Rosalynn emerges from the heat
She strokes past my body like some tropical breeze
She wakes me from an ancient dream
She lifts me up, or so it seems
Then we dress ourselves and float down the boulevard

Come night, she turns my face up to the sky
She says: Let's behold the galaxy, you and I
We'll watch the comets blazing by
It seems absurd that we should die
With so many planets left to populate

A world without her would be a sorry thing
Thank God for Rosalynn

Rosalynn tells me what she's thinking
The universe expands, or we are shrinking
We break the locks and pierce the fleece
We chase our worries up the trees
And then we celebrate this vibrant love of ours

Rosalynn on a Sunday afternoon
She lays down in the grass and she hums her little tune
I follow it to a hidden place
Where the sun and stars can't penetrate
A place devoid of melancholy

A lifetime of licking the sweat beads off her skin
Thank God for Rosalynn

Her smile invites me into her little world of sin
Thank God for Rosalynn

Written by:
Jordi Pels

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