Tambourine Girl
She was free
So she banged her hips against the air
With the tambourine at her side.
Toe tapping mattered, her wrists too.
My heart and Her gut were in rhythm.
Her movement mattered.
I loved her wild.
I loved because of her.
So she banged her hips against the air
With the tambourine at her side.
Toe tapping mattered, her wrists too.
My heart and Her gut were in rhythm.
Her movement mattered.
I loved her wild.
I loved because of her.