Il testo della Hurricane / cradle to the grave

Grace Jones

pochette album Hurricane / cradle to the grave

"from cradle to grave"
I am woman, i am son!
I can give birth to sheep, i can give birth to son!
And i can be cool, soft as the breeze,
I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees!

I am woman, i am son!
I am woman, i am son!

Can't see where i run, no matter how far!
I am woman, i am son!
I can give birth to sheep, i can give birth to son!
And i can be cool, soft like the breeze,
I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees!

Want some (?) twice a (?)
I can see, over candle-light,
I'll take care of you, untill you die.

I can (?) brush, i can (?) screw,
When i walk by, flowers will bloom.

Want some (?) twice a (?)
I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin'...my head should be aching!

I can see, over candle-light,
I'll take care of you, untill you die,
I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin'...