Ian Anderson - p**y Willow lyrics

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Ian Anderson - p**y Willow lyrics

In the half-tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on the pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the p**y Willow In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing In a sad voice nobody hears She waits in her castle of make-believe For her white knight to appear Pusy Willow down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes Runs for the train, see: eight o'clock's coming Cutting dreams down to size again p**y Willow down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing An apartment in old Mayfair Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring Or to die for a cause somewhere p**y Willow down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again p**y Willow, p**y Willow, p**y Willow, p**y Willow

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