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Gardenia (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(crystal bernard/david rhyne)

A million dollar face
So ivory and fair
That launched a thousand ships
Danced with fred astaire
Lusted for her dreams
So passionate and wild
So talented it seemed
Everybody wants to be a gardenia
So beautiful and delicate to touch
Something ‘bout the way we loved gardenia

As the years went by
Her beauty didn’t fade
Movies didn’t come
She felt so betrayed because
The more she had to give
The less they want to buy
I guess she outlived
Her moment in the sun to be gardenia
So beautiful and delicate to touch
Something ‘bout the way we loved gardenia
Hadn’t seen her for sometime
And i apologized
I said i’d give my youth to you
For the wisdom in your eyes
I wish i’d been there every day
To take good care of you
She said baby, don’t you cry
I knew you’d come in time to see gardenia
And with her fragile hand she said good-bye
Something ‘bout the way we loved gardenia

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Gardenia (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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Gardenia (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Gardenia
Where are you?
Black goddess in a shabby raincoat
Where are you tonight?
Cheap purple baby-doll dress
A gardenia in your hair
Much taller and stronger than me
A forbidden dream, a dream, a dream

All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight

Gardenia
Where are you, tonight?
The streets were your home
Now where do you roam?
Your hourglass ass
And your powerful back
Your slant devil eyes
And the ditch on your spine
Deep ass, deep ass

All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight

We lay in the darkness
Then she turned the lights on
I saw a dangerous habit
When she turned the lights on
There’s always a catch
In the darkness when you
When you turn the lights on
There’s always a catch
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well

All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight

Alone in the cheapo motel
By the highway to hell
America’s greatest living poet
Was ogling you all night
You should be wearing the finest gown
But here you are now
Gas, food, lodging, poverty, misery
and gardenia
You could be burned at the stake
For all your mistakes, mistakes, mistakes

All I wanna do is tell Gardenia
What to do tonight