Testo Eyes Of A Woman

I met her at the airport, we talked on the plane She saw that I was downcast and said it was a shame. I gave her all the reasons for geing in despair She said that explanations won´t get you anywhere. It´s not the matter of virtue or the couse you defend It´s only the moments of choice that count in the end. We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild, The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild. She hit me in aweak spot, I knew that she was right She said, "Can you imagine a day without a night? Good without a evil, is a cob without a corn It´s with the aid of demons that angels can be born It´s not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend It´s only the moments of choise that count in the end." We get a bit of the good life, a piece of the cake And enough of the hard times to keep us awake. It takes the eyes of a woman, the heart of a child The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild, The eyse of a woman, the heard of a child The soul of a gypsy, to cherish the wild