Blonde Cecile Harry, Harry, Harry Lyrics

Harry, Harry, Harry

Harry, Harry, Harry
Is a name that slips easy off my lips
A name never said this way
Until this
Harry, Harry, Harry
Is a root, from the vine which I grow
Twining round senses
Actual, physical affection
Great lack of direction
No matter
No boundaries
My companion, my intention
"I love you," he whispers
And there is nothing more
Nothing more, nothing else, as is
Who he was but now of immeasurable, voluptuous pleasurable sensation
How could he have once been off target, astray from me?
Harry, Harry, Harry
Is a name that slips easy off my lips
A name never said this way
Until this
Sweet, sweet flavor of valor
Indifferent, untested, untouched
Until this
How could he have once been off target, astray from me?
Sweet, sweet
Love is his nature
Spellbound, entranced
His eyes bright and wide, like mine
Helpless to a__ault, to attack
But no one will
Love is our language
We will speak it
We will sense it wrapping around us
Binding, bound, febrile, found
"Should we stop?" He asks
And I laugh and I plead and I think
"Do not let this aching heat go untouched, take me now! f___ the rest!"
But instead I say, "Okay."
Harry, Harry, Harry
Is a word that slips easy off my lips
A name never said this way
Until this