I wanna love you

She’s the last of a dying breed
Well developed through the test of time
Nobody is gonna take her place
In a sea full of diamond eyes
I wanna love you
I’ve seen her a thousand times
Hanging out at the corner store
Flipping through foreign magazines
While working on a third world war
She never looks satisfied
With the one that holds her hand
Take a look at the way she moves
And I think you’ll understand
I wanna love you
She’s the leader of a brand new church
That no one will ever see
A street preacher dressed in black
Throwing words to the ones in need
I wanna love you
Words and music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing. 2007