I saw a Berkeley woman, sittin’ in a rockin’ chair
A dulcimer in her lap, a feather in her hair
Her breasts swayed freely, with the rhythm of the rockin’ chair
She was sittin’ and strumming and swayin’
Her cheeks were red I declare
It was hard to believe what my eyes showed me then
The color in her cheeks was just her natural skin
She wore no makeup, to make her look that way
She was a natural mama, with her red cheeks what more can I say
I finally realized, there was hunger in my stare
In my mind I was swayin’ with the woman in the rockin chair
would
woman
wanderlust
together
guess
sweetest
standin
heard
there
guilty
fruit
probably
feather
hunger
drink
color
declare
anger
ladies
cryin
freely
berkeley
again
lovin
chair
breasts
clawed
believe
cheeks
plain
kinda
showed
light
finally
livin
makeup
story
ready
stare
realized
rhythm
right
wrong
rockin
natural
scratched
screamed
should
cried
sittin
could
strumming
swayed
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