Fire Red Hair

Fire red hair

You can tell an elegant lady not
By the fine silky strands of fire
But by something as simple as her nails
Or her demeanor as she waits in line

Fine woman ages much better than wine
Especially if you can say she loves you hard
After all this time she can still love hard and
Deep in your soul you feel the truth

Nothing like a fine lady and a sip of red wine
Sippin her love like grapes off the vine
If this was Christie’s or Sotheby’s I’d lift my paddle and raise
The score…for my baby has no price

You put the finest Cabernet on the block
Or a Luka rookie card
Even a rock from the Moon
Nothing tops the goddess
In your mind

Honus Wagner with a cigarette card
When he was pure
Or a 53 Martin that was Kurt Cobains
Made right here in the Valley…Nazareth PA
Seems kind of fitting
That the name of Nazerth
Gives us Guitars and Sons and the
Holy Spirit ridin shotgun

All things mentioned
Somehow tie together
Elegant lady with some aged wine
The price of my paddle is a price can’t wrap around
Can’t comprehend

The auction house can’t hold
The sum of a fine lady
With the fire red strands

Elegant beauty with fire in her hair
Red as the blood sun
High up in the west
What a feeling to be in love with her
As it bounces back from she to me

Fire red lady prettier than a page in time
She’s a 3 alarm fire
When she is secure