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Studio	4:11	Mark Seymour King Without A Clue album.	Moderately common. Available new in digital form.

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Lyrics

He rode like a cowboy into the setting sun
The earth was scorched behind him
The game had just begun
She was young and pretty,
She kept her body thin
Her ambition was well hidden
Beneath her olive skin
She said “you must be ther one
Who left me wanting more”
He said “I’ve met the likes of you
Somewhere long before”

He made his proposition
They pulled over to the sife
She said “this must be
The perfect place to hide”

Now all the well wishers are leaving
The wedding wine is running dry
Half-empty bottles are
Strewn across the ground
Together safe and still until the day they die

They found their final refuge
In some secluded place
And the pleasure that she gave him
Was etched across his face
His love was like a haven
For a while it kept her warm
But nothing could hold back the rising storm

Now she can hear his gentle breathing
All through the long relentless night
As sure as morning her temperature will rise
As she dwells on some new delight

She knows the chips are down
She can’t afford to lie
The boy is craving destiny once more
One for him and one for her
And each one to their own
Together and along right to the core

Now all the well wishers are leaving
The wedding wine is running dry
Half-empty bottles are
Strewn across the ground
Together safe and still until the day they die

[Mark Seymour / Barry Palmer]