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Joan Osborne Little Wild One

And if you say to me it's wrong, I know But here we are and I refuse to go I can't go on without the love we make Your touch is all I need to cure this

If I die in New York city Bury me on the Battery The pretty girls on Brooklyn ferry Ask them all to weep for me I'll be smiling brother when they lay

to start Oh, oh, I'll meet you in the middle some day Oh, oh, I'll meet you in the middle some day Hmm, if all for this just one more kiss I'd travel

To an honest man I could give my body and my soul With a practiced hand You could lift me up and make me whole To the one I love I give the key And his

Call me home, call me home Baby, when you comin' home? I can't stand it so alone Rodeo They all say they're proud of you Though you're still the boy

In the shadows of tall buildings Of fallen angels on the ceilings Oily feathers in bronze and concrete Faded colors, pieces left incomplete The line moves