Wendy McNeill - Lutetia lyrics

She is so soft on this summer morning Church bells ring, her dogs are yawning Warm breeze carries last nights feeling Wine, music, red river dealings She is ghosts of grandmothers and kings Nine million clowns and pretty things She is torment she is strife She is beauty she is spice Ah ha ah ha..... She cries for the animals, sings for the boys Dirt road charity, stone in her voice She cries for the animals, sings for the boys Inhales disparity, chokes on the choice Ah ha ah ha....... She is ghosts of grandmothers and kings Nine million clowns and pretty things She is torment she is strife She is beauty she is spice