Blond Tuft Poem by Pierre Rausch

Modena City Ramblers, fantastic show
Take me to the magic of that glory
Blond Tuft, Blond Tuft, that's right
Blond tuft, into another night
With return, without coming back
I'll go back there, ski, snowboard
Missionary work, had reached the trolley
What she would like, a time far too back
Carefully, don't drown the whole kitchen
Take the dirty cloth off and find a cleaner
From the water where it had been soaking
If she can see you, she'll understand everything
She's gone into town, she said she'd leave us to talk
I told her there was no need where
The spilled paint had all hardened and matted
Carefully, don't drown the whole kitchen
Take the dirty cloth off and find a cleaner
From the water where it had been soaking
If she can see you, she'll understand everything
She's gone into town, she said she'd leave us to talk
I told her there was no need where
The spilled paint had all hardened and matted
Carefully, don't drown the whole kitchen
Take the dirty cloth off and find a cleaner
From the water where it had been soaking
If she can see you, she'll understand everything
She's gone into town, she said she'd leave us to talk
I told her there was no need where
The spilled paint had all hardened and matted
Modena City Ramblers, fantastic show
Take me to the magic of that glory
Blond Tuft, Blond Tuft, that's right
Blond tuft, into another night
With return, without coming back
I'll go back there, ski, snowboard
Missionary work, had reached the trolley
What she would like, a time far too back