January 5, 2011 by Abode Camp in Donna Summer

MacAurthur Park


Spring was never waiting for us till
it ran one step ahead
as we followed in the dance.

Mac Arthur’s Park is melting in the dark
all the sweet, green icing flowing down
someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
’cause it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooo!

I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave
on the ground beneath your knees
birds like tender babies in your hands
and the old men playing
chinese checkers
by the trees

Mac Arthut Park’s is melting in the dark
all the sweet, green icing flowing down
someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
’cause it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooo!

Mac Arthur’s Park is melting in the dark
all the sweet green icing flowing down
someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
’cause it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooo!






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