The obsessed woman

Jean-Paul VERNERET

2/2/2000

 

She knows our songs by heart,

That sparkle lights her eyes.

Every riff, every part,

Makes her soul rise.

 

The amps are loud, our hearts on fire,

She dreams the night will take her higher.

Our breath close to her neck,

The rhythm burns, no turning back.

 

Bridge

In the dark she whispers our names,

Each word sends shivers through her veins.

The world outside can fade away,

She just wants to touch us, that’s her way.

 

Chorus

But she waits until the show is done,

Not for the lights, not for the fun.

She wants to kiss her heroes true,

No crowd, no prayers, just me and you.

 

She follows us wherever we go,

Every note makes her spirit glow.

Her burning gaze dares us to play,

She wants more than songs today.

 

She watches close, eyes fixed on us,

Every move, every note, makes her rush.

In the crowd she waits for her chance,

Her desire is clear in every glance.

 

Bridge

In the dark she whispers our names,

Each word sends shivers through her veins.

The world outside can fade away,

She just wants to touch us, that’s her way.

 

Chorus

But she waits until the show is done,

Not for the lights, not for the fun.

She wants to kiss her heroes true,

No crowd, no prayers, just me and you.