Dangerous Fun Songtext
von Jesse Winchester

Her body is as liquid and as perfect as a wave
And tender and as vicious as a bird that I once saved
But if I touch her she won′t feel it
And what I tell her she won't hear
And if she loves me she′ll conceal it
And she'll cry if I come near
It takes patience to walk and spirit to run
And nothing to pity yourself but it's dangerous fun Rich harvest of the grape and grain I taste my lover′s mouth
She smells of the evening rain and the breezes from the south
But if I face her she won′t know me
And if I weaken she won't wait
And she knows magic that she won′t show me
And if love comes it will come too late
It takes patience to walk and spirit to run
But nothing to pity yourself but it's sort of dangerous fun