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Count Paolo
Words of Love Typewritten
The Midnight Canoe
(song from a cavalry captain to a red Indian prostitute)
Ah, midnight's squaw, ah midnight's squaw
my beauty, in your coat'
Stolen from the army, ah, midnight's squaw...
Your canoe, slipper
On the storm it rocks
Forgotten, in ecstasy, ah midnight's squaw...
midnight's squaw, who goes, who goes?
among the palaces of the oasis, who goes?
Indian tears, in truth
they will never interest me ...
( jamboree )
The world that you know
made of ocher and cheekbones
enchants many men ah, minight's squaw...
Specialty, from live
come on try it...
prairie cheienne fashion, ah midnight's squaw...
midnight's squaw, to ya, to ya
midnight's squaw, to ya, to ya
a meadowy (nowhere) folly love
it's not a nomadic meadowy heart, yeah...
( jamboree )
ah, midnight's squaw, my beauty
full of barbaric dreams
Stolen from my men, ah, midnight's squaw
Park your canoe
at the bottom of the darkness... don't laugh...
if you laugh you make me cry, ah midnight's squaw...