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Jeffrey Foucault
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Secretariat
I need a woman with a heart like Secretariat
To outrun my lonesome ways
I'm going to take this extra rib I've got
I'm going to bury it down in the dust she does not
raise
I need a woman with eyes like Rodin
To see the body caught within the stone
I'm going to take this bronze star heart I've got
I'm going to melt it down, wait for love to cast the
metal into bone
Because I'm the blue eyed son of hurricane
I'll twirl you so sweetly around
But be careful you know Atlanta never looked the same
After she burned to the ground
After she burned down
I need a woman with a heel like Achilles
So I know there's always one way I can win
Love is patient, love is kind, but let's be honest
Love is a catalogue of deadly sins
I need a woman with a chin like Joe Frazier
To stand inside when I am swinging at the wind
Let's you and me take the gloves off darlin'
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I'll tell you exactly where I've been
Because I'm the blue eyed son of hurricane
I'll twirl you so sweetly around
But be careful you know Atlanta never looked the same
After she burned to the ground
I need a woman with hands like John Henry
Hard enough to break the rocks down into sand
And when we died we'd lay down side by side
With our hammers in our hands
I need a woman with a heart like Secretariat
To outrun my lonesome ways
I'm going to take this extra rib I've got,
I'm going to bury it down in the dust she does not
raise
The dust she does not raise
I need a woman
I need a woman
I need a woman
I need a woman
I need a woman like I need a hole in my head
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