The Doors (3. Waiting for the Sun, 1968) - 8. My Wild Love | Текст песни

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• The Doors (3. Waiting for the Sun, 1968)
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My wild love went riding,
She rode all the day,
She wrote to the Devil,
And asked him to pay.
The Devil was wiser,
It's time to repent.
He asked her to give back
The money she spent.

My wild love went riding,
She rode to the sea,
She gathered together
Some shells for her hair.
She rode and she rode on,
She rode for a while,
Then stopped for an evening
And laid her head down.

She rode on to Christmas,
She rode to the farm,
She rode to Japan,
And re-entered a town.
By this time the weather
Had changed one degree,
She asked for the people
To let her go free.

My wild love is crazy,
She screams like a bird,
She moans like a cat
When she wants to be heard. (Yeah!)
My wild love went riding,
She rode for an hour,
She rode and she rested
And then she rode on.

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