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Well
I met you at the casino I was gambling on the dice
And
I threw a lucky seven and I claimed you for my prize
And
we rode that wheel of fortune all through that long, hot night
And
I nestled in the hollow of your thighs
I
nestled in the hollow of your thighs
Whiter
than the driven snow the colour of your dress
I
could hardly wait to know the colour of your flesh
And
I asked you would you let me be your bird of paradise
And
nestle in the hollow of your thighs
Well
we wrestled like the angel did with Jacob long ago
The
movements of your body could never be too slow
All
the lust I felt for you reflected in your eyes
As
I nestled in the hollow of your thighs
My
weight upon my elbows my head upon your breast
I
breathed the long and agonising consummatum est
And
stretched across your body like I had been crucified
I
nestled in the hollow of your thighs
Well
I did not place my money on the chance that you would stay
The
odds were that my luck would not hold out till break of day
But
there's just one thing I want love don't you realise
It's
to nestle in the hollow of your thighs
I
wrote this purely as a seduction ploy. The truth is, I only took up guitar
playing because I had noticed how easily other guitar players got women into bed and I figured that there were enough tone-deaf women in the world that even I must have some likelihood of success.
Music is a powerful aphrodisiac, perhaps because singing releases endorphins
and that sets off a chain reaction through the body’s other chemicals. So I
thought, if you’re singing to seduce a woman, you might as well be explicit and
direct. The first time I tried it was for a beautiful Catholic girl, who
accused me of being blasphemous, and took a taxi home.
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you would like to include "Chance Encounter" in your repertoire,
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Use of this song, and/or this recording, for
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Words and music by David Prashker
Copyright © 2014 David Prashker
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