she just swept right in
she was a rebel in boots
and she smiled right back at me
i bet she wouldn' t like
if i called her "toots"
maybe footless or fancy free
she swept right in
just like a summer wind
far away from the gay paris
like a hawk circling free
above everything
all the guests in the library

not a victim of fashion
just a victim of time
with her hair like a freedom flag
and the signal she is sending out
is: "my message is another bag!"
then the princess of cold
in her winter make up
made her entrance
like a contradiction
they do have something in common though:
they are out of my jurisdiction...

LARZ GUSTAFSSON
080124