Peter Gunn

Kashmir Travelogue Art Of Me She made art of me She made my day The spanish way People came to see The art of me The disagree Between you and I- Can never walk Nor even talk I'm bound to hang On this masterpiece I'll never find Within my mind, ...ind, ...ind I was just a boy She acted like decoy And I became her toy After shaking hands Captured by the glance Impressed by all the fans By all the fans, by all the fans, by all the fans I had never felt so weird before When she left me hanging on the wall All the love she gave to me came through her hands All the love she gave to me came through her hands Oh I had a lovely woman back in all the early days But I was crying she sailed away left the day I found another on the train but she was in a haze She had lost everything that she had earned on her lays I got a job in a cafe behind the bar But I was fired, took it all too far, too far Too much hip Got the pink slip Bought myself a razor Cut off the red feb Started jogging the next day Just to get in a good shape Looked at the trees, looked at the good babes The good babes they were everywhere But there was only one that I really wanted to get near, get near She put me on a wheel-barrow Drove me to the gate Could not escape Much too late The gate was real narrow So she carried me home, carried me home, carried me home I had never felt so weird before When she left me hanging on the wall All the love she gave to me came through her hands All the love she gave to me came through her hands