Terry Kath, 1974)



I saw her once before; she didn't turn me on.

One night she stopped to talk to pass the time.

And then I saw her eyes; her softly smiling glow,

We sat and talked all night at Byblos.

She talked of feelings that I knew were true.

She painted me a picture using ev'ry shade of blue

It was light with laughter, At times it made me cry,

And now I'll never know just why I didn't ever try to hold her;

to squeeze her; to kiss her all night long, I never tried to pleaseher.



Then, soon she had to go;

I sat there all alone

And thought of things she said

The whole day through.

And then I realized,

I never took the time

To find out where she lived

Or where to call.

I thought that I would see

Her the next night,

Anticipating how I'd set myself right.



Then, I went back to Byblos

I sat there and waited,

Feeling just a little nervous

And a little frustrated.



Then, soon, in she came,looking just the same

Oo, I could hardly wait to take her far from the game.

Then a person came in to the club

that I had to speak to

I explained the situation to her

And i thought she understood

But I guess she thought I was jiving her around

Cause when I looked for her, this is what I found

She was rapping with a real good friend of mine,

He was happening, I guess it was his time.

I really couldn't blame him, cause he was sad and lonely too.

But just talking to her did me so much good, I knew she'd do him good too.

Then I went home and I got it on,

Sat down to write these words when I was finally alone.

And then, about halfway through I wondered if someone knew

where she was, so I could give her a call,

And I found out that she was right down the hall,

Not too far away,

but that's ok, I'll just wait for the day when I can see

her again and spend some time



André Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

alvnet@altavista.net