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White Innocence - Jethro Tull
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White Innocence Jethro Tull

White Innocence - Jethro Tull
She drifted from some minor festival
Didn't look like any sumrner of love:
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field
She was the hand to fit my glove
Funny thing, the innocence of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young

See how she moves just like two angels (in white innocence)
Yet one of them is on the run
The other's tapping at my car window
And I'm squinting through the sun
Trying to see if she's some child of the nineties:
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine
Yeah. White innocence
She was white innocence

A perfect hole was in her stocking:
It made a perfect window to her heart
I could have moved among her waterfalls:
Her misty curtains drawn apart
Did she see warm safety in my numbers
To want to hitch a ride this way?
Felt like I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the last lot of the day
Funny thing, the distance of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
White innocence
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