Dangerous Fun - Jesse Winchester

Her body is as liquid and as perfect as a wave

As tender and as vicious as a bird that I once saved

But if I touch her she won’t feel it

And what I tell her she won’t hear

And if she loves me she’ll conceal it

And she’ll cry if I come near

It takes patience to walk

And spirit to run

But nothing to pity yourself

But it’s dangerous fun

Rich harvest of the grape and grain

I taste my lovers mouth

She smells of the evening rain

And the breezes from the south

But if I face her she won’t know me

And if I weaken she won’t wait

And she knows magic that she won’t show me

And if love comes it will come too late

It takes patience to walk on

And spirit to run

But nothing to pity yourself

But it’s dangerous fun