temporary like achilles
Singer:bob dylan
standing on your window honey
i'm looking at your second door
how come you don't send me no regards?
you know i want your lovin'
kneeling 'neath your ceiling
i guess i'll be here for a while
i'm trying' to read your portrait
how come you send someone out to have me barred?
you know i want your lovin'
like a poor fool in his prime
i know you can hear me walk
but is your heart made out of stone
or is it just solid rock?
lean against your velvet door
i watch upon your scorpion
who crawls across your circus floor
just what do you think you have to guard?
you know i want your lovin'
but you're so hard. achilles is in your alleyway
how come you get someone like him to be your guard?
you know i want your lovin'