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This Girl, This Woman - LYRICS

VERSE 1:

Beneath her soft blonde curls, through her bold red lips,

She blew a slow ring of smoke not a kiss.

Walked into the room, like she'd been there before,

Made her way smoothly 'cross the floor.

 

 

PRE-CHORUS:

Looking so good, what was she feeling?

So in control - so appealing.

This girl, this woman, this being, this vision.

This girl, this woman, this heavenly vision,

Inside what was she thinking?

 

 

CHORUS:

This girl with the low-cut, figure-hugging dress.

Diamonds, curls, cool, finesse.

She left so soon, without a glance,

Left so soon, so fast,

Left so soon, no time,

Is she still mine?

 

 

VERSE 2:

She wore a low-cut, figure-hugging, little black dress,

A thin, white strap around her neck.

Cluster of bright, shiny diamonds in her ears,

A look - hiding some fears?

 

 

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

 

 

SOLO

 

 

BRIDGE:

Want you, need you,

Love you, fear you,

Say you will.

Want you, need you,

Love you, fear you,

Say you'll still be mine

 

 

VERSE 3:

In the way that she left, in the trail of her scent,

She was making clear her intent.

With her head held high, with their arms entwined,

She was leaving her life with me behind.

 

 

CHORUS:

This girl with the low-cut, figure-hugging dress.

Diamonds, curls, cool, finesse.

She left so soon, without a glance,

This girl with the low-cut, figure-hugging dress,

Diamonds, curls, cool, finesse.

She left so soon, without a glance,

Left so soon, so fast,

Left so soon, so fast,

Left so soon, no time,

She left so soon - no longer mine,

No longer mine,

No longer mine.

 

 

 

© Jude Adams

Originally called 'This Girl With The Soft Blonde Curls'.

 

To kickstart some lyrics I started describing a picture on our kitchen wall at home. A sort of Banksy-style picture of a Marilyn Monroe lookalike with smoke coming out of her mouth and nose. Later I had a dream. It was set in a smart, but intimate basement night club bar - probably a fusion of some of the clubs I frequented around that time, which as gay clubs in the 1980s, were often underground in more ways than one.

 

An elegant woman came in and strutted across the dancefloor to the bar. Despite knowing each other, I felt almost like an onlooker. The woman was at one moment the one in the picture and the next, someone I had been close to in my 20s.

 

The story in the song evolved from how I imagined things may have played out.