Jethro Tull - The Little Flower Girl Lyrics
Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.I dont know where she might go when she runs home at night.Its for the best: I wouldnt rest when I turned out the light.No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----Just an old mans model in a pose from a magazine.I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my pencil run.Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----Just an old mans model in a pose from a magazine.Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.I mean no harm. I mean.
