Intermezzo #31

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.
Please don’t take him just because you can.

Your beauty is beyond compare.
With flaming locks of auburn hair.
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.

Your smile is like a breath of spring.
Your voice is soft like summer rain.
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.

Jolene
Dolly Parton (1974), Jolene

Intermezzo #29

Nobody feels any pain.
Tonight as I stand inside the rain.
Everybody knows.
That Baby’s got new clothes.
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows.
Have fallen from her curls.

She takes just like a woman, yes she does.
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does.
And she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Just Like a Woman
Bob Dylan (1966), Blonde on Blonde