I heard a woman talking 
And to me what she said just made sense 
She was lamenting the state of affairs 
How some people can be so dense 
She said she had three wonderful children 
Two girls and their little brother 
And nobody gave her problems for loving 
Each child as much as the other 
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But they'll say you are bad 
Or perhaps you are mad 
Or at least you should stay undercover 
Your mind must be bare 
If you would dare 
To think you can love more than one lover 

I really dig the redwood forests 
But the desert makes me want to sing 
And those little Irish villages 
When the churchbells ring 
I like to busk in Boston 
And hang out in the cafes in Berlin 
Yes, I like lots of different places 
And nobody tells me it's a sin 
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I like Italian espresso 
But I also like French wine 
And now and then that BC bud 
Leaves me feeling oh so fine 
I like to get a buzz sometimes 
I like sobriety 
Most people understand this 
They also like variety 
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Each one of the four seasons 
Leaves me feeling good 
Sitting in the shade in summer 
In the winter chopping wood 
Sometimes I love cloudy days 
But I also dig the sun 
But I don't think I'm crazy 
For having so much fun 
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Created July, 2001 
Copyright David Rovics 2001, all rights reserved