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• Artiste: Shel Silverstein
• Titre: Warm And Free
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Warm and Free. Warm and Free. That's all it takes To get a hold on me. Warm and Free. Warm and Free. You never know how low you can be... Till you go into an all-night cafe, Grab somebody's dirty old cup, Walk right up to the hot water boiler And fill that sucker up. Then you add some ketchup, salt and Tabasco. Sure smells good to me. Then sluppity-slup... you suck it up. It's warm and it's free. Warm and Free. Warm and Free. That's all it takes To get a hold on me. Warm and Free. Warm and Free. You never know how low you can be... Till you sneak into a party On a Saturday night And say, "Hey, I'm a friend of Stan's" And you ease into the kitchen Open up the fridge And gobble up everything you can. Then you crawl into the bed Neath a big pile of coats And try to get yourself some sleep. This life ain't swell But what the hell. You're warm and you're free. Warm and Free. Warm and Free. That's all it takes To get a hold on me. Warm and Free. Warm and Free. You never know how low you can be... Till you go into a bar And meet a middle age lady And let her buy you a drink or two. You look into her eyes Till she says "I've got a son About the very same ag as you." Then you say, "You remind me Of my very own mama" As her hand slips to your knee. She ain't Raquel, But what the hell. It's warm and it's free. Warm and Free. Warm and Free. That's all it takes......[fades]