Robert Francis — Wild Thing

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Two white horses in the Idaho rain
Windshield wipers in my reflection
Two dead cats on the side of the road
Alone together, in stormy weather

One hawk’s perched on a burnt down fence
Like sch a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you’re alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing

I fell in love with an amsterdam girl
Her clay eyes were painted with a marble swirl
Looking at them, the world would unfurl
Into stormy weahter, alone together

As I watched her tip toe cross a silent room
Like such a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you’re alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing

Black oil in a souther gulf
My baby’s eyes are like the back of a wolf
I recommend I get to know myself
And the world at large, who’s in charge

I’m not a monster if I’m chasing my dreams
Like such a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you’re alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing

Smoking cigarettes, pumping gasoline
Like such a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you’re alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing