Leave Virginia Alone Lyrics
down the alley
And over the hill
To steal her away
She was as hot as
Georgia asphalt
When the A team came
To adore her brain
Leave Virginia alone
She's not like you
And me
She's not like you
And me
Back in the city
Poetry and jewels
Broke all the rules
She was as high as
A Georgia palm tree
Leave Virginia alone
She's not like you
And me
She's not like you
And me
When the h... of times have
Gone farewell
You'll understand
Why it was so hard
To run away
To run away
She's a loser
She's a forgiver
She still finds good
When no one could
You want her
More than money
Cadillac can rust
Diamond and dust
Leave Virginia alone
Leave Virginia alone
She's not like you
And me
She's not like you
And me
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,...
La, la, la, leave her alone
Oh, Virginia
Adrienne Rich
Well She’s long about her coming Who must be more merciless to herself than history Her mind full to the wind I see her plunge Breasted and glancing through the currents Taking the light upon her As least as beautiful as any buoy Or helicopter Poised—still coming Her fine blades making the air wince But her cargo No promise then
She will leave you and then Come back again A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune
She will leave you and then Come back again A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune
Hearing from you is more fun that going to San Sebastian, LA, New York, Biarritz, Bayonne, Paris—or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Garcia in Barcelona Partly because of your silly innocence, you look like a crazier, happier St. Therese. Partly because of my love for you Partly because of your love for cookies Partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
In the warm New York four o’clock light We are drifting back and forth I look at you and I would rather look at you than at other portraits in the world Except possible for the Polish Rider, occasionally And anyway, it’s in the Frick Which thank heavens, you haven’t gone to yet So we can go together the first time And the fact that you move so beautifully More or less takes care of futurism
It seems so many were cheated of some marvelous experience Which is not going to go wasted on me
Frank O’Hara [paraphrased]