Harry Lyrics
Harry Lyrics
Safety Zone
You come to me like a soldier
restless from war.
You come to me like an animal poacher
desperate to score.
I want to love you my darling,
put that armour down.
You don’t need it,
it’s a safety zone,
this is a quiet part of town.
You come to me like a lion
hungry for your bit of flesh.
And slip away like an antelope
when you’ve had some rest.
I want to love you my darling,
put your weapon down.
You don’t need it,
it’s a cull-de-sac
This is a quiet
part of town.
Lazy bougainvillea is flowering,
effortlessly spraying red around.
Birds preen their feathers after showering,
welcoming
sweet spring.
You come to me like a tidal wave
crashing on the shore.
Driven on like a roller-coaster,
insecure for sure.
I want to love you my darling,
put that armour down.
You don’t need it,
it’s a safety zone,
this is a quiet
part of town.
Lazy bougainvillea is flowering,
yes it is.
Effortlessly spraying red around.
Birds preen their feathers after showering.
They’re welcoming
sweet spring.
You come to me like a soldier
restless from war.
You come to me like an animal poacher,
desperate to score.
I just want to love you my darling,
put that weapon down.
You do not need it,
this is sacred ground,
this is a quiet part of town.
This quiet part of town.
This is a quiet part of town.
My little safety zone.
My little safety zone.
(Spoken…………….)
Under the bridge at Liberty Street
and through the round-a-bout,
you turn right into Cavendish.
I’ll let you out
Darling,
you won’t have any trouble getting home,
it’s a quiet end of town.
You know,
that’s why I live here.
It’s – you know, it’s nice.
It’s my little safety zone.
This is a quiet part of town.
My little safety zone.
Quiet
end of town.
Meryl Leppard © 1997
Harry
Harry doesn’t talk much,
he takes comfort in the silence.
Harry doesn’t talk much,
he prefers to keep the peace.
When I need a little comfort in my body
he’s the one I run to.
He’s got the hands of an angel.
Harry doesn’t talk much
and I don’t know what he’s thinking.
But when he kisses me
I know he tells the truth.
When I need a little skin to skin tendering
he’s the one I run to.
He’s got the hands of an angel.
Jasmine has just flowered
and I thread some through my hair,
from where
it sends a scented melody,
to tell him that I care.
And oh, Harry, take me dancing.
I want to feel you pressed against me,
it’s an ancient woman thing.
I don’t expect you to do anything fancy.
Just stand here and hold me
while we sway to the music.
Harry doesn’t talk much,
but I know that he is listenin.g
And when his eyes meet mine,
they say what I need to hear.
When I need a little blissful bridge to nowhere,
he’s the one I run to.
He’s got the hands of an angel.
He’s got the hands of angel.
Oh you know,
he’s got the hands of an angel.
Meryl Leppard © 1999
Tom Cat
There’s a furry little something
hanging around my door.
He’s lean and lithe and likes to writhe
and settle every score.
Scratching at the fly-wire,
wanting to get in
He lies in wait till very late,
eager to begin.
Is it my imagination,
or is he calling to me?
Could be just infatuation.
He wants to play,
I just say,
“Who’s that, Tom Cat?”
Leaning against chimney pots,
cruising in the night.
I hear the beat of padded feet
itching for a fight.
He goes pussy footing over rooftops,
I hear him howling at the moon.
He’s stretched and taut
and feels pulled and caught
There will be
some action soon.
It would be exaggeration to say
that he is heaven to me.
I need a damn good explanation.
He wants to play.
I just say,
“Who’s that, Tom Cat?”
Can I sleep tight,
knowing that he’s there?
I do want to
lean down and muss up his hair.
I feel trepidation as he is
calling to me.
And there’s a sense of elation
that he wants to play.
I just say,
“Who’s that, Tom Cat”
Puss, puss, puss, puss,
Oh you’re cold (meow)
Oh you’re wet (meow)
Oh you’ve been left out in the rain (meow)
Oh you want to come inside (meow)
Oh you do want to come inside.
Oh alright then,
But don’t leave any wet marks on
my bed.
Meryl Leppard © 1997