I'm the cowboy, baby
I'm not a stranger to anyone else than a stranger to anyone else than a stranger to.
I'm the cowboy, baby: like a phantom I go losing my veins, sweet; no-one does it as I do
cause I'm the cowboy
He's the cowboy
and got no money
baby wouldn't you please him?
Don't you see me? Nobody does it as I do, they say
I am a cowboy
baby
I go riding you on the sand
I'm a nowhere's man
and your dress burns like a camshaft, and your shoes go getting shattered like the silk
child.
'Cause I am the ghost and the lost:
I'm the cowboy
baby
that comes for the dinner
and is very BIG, sugar
the fire that curses me.
But I am not a stranger, my, everybody knows
how much I love you
and as the hawk knows in sheer flight; oh dear
give me, please, give me something to understand
because in these dragon's days, child, the World
he's oh so cold.
Can't you see that we can survive and here I am?
In the (dark) light.
Because he's the cowboy, Mona
and he's coming for the dinner
while your dress is burning like a camshaft
while your shoes get ripped like silk...
No-one does it as he does.
But anyway, girl...
Won't you realise that he's the cow boy
listening to Leonard Nimoy.
Uh, honey.
I'm not a stranger here than over there
and if the Summer noons turn into cold Winter evenings...
I am a hero, a communist and I only drink the worst of the wines
I am the cowboy
in the Savoy
eating soy.
Uh, babe; nobody does it as I do
can't you see..?
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