Mona ~ She's The One

Winterland ~ San Francisco ~ Dec 15, 1978

Sweet little girl live down the lane
I wanna tell you now Mona was her name
Baby I wanna tell what I wanna do
I wanna build a big house next door to you
We'll go walking in the park,
We'll go kissing in the dark
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your lovin I might as well die
Without your lovin I might as well die
Oh Mona, Mona

Well all the men are out on Saturday night
Two boys fightin in a head on line
Car doors flung open, radio loud
Man, everybody shout men running 'round
Well there's two boys bloody and the one I don't know
But all the little girls are shoutin' "go Billy go", "go Billy go"

Well I need you baby that's no lie
Without your lovin I might as well die
Come out, come out on the floor
Baby listen to my heart beat, bumpity bump.
Mona, I need you, Mona
Mona, I need you, Mona

With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft french cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she’d just leave me alone
Because french cream won’t soften them boots
And french kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh-o she’s the one, she’s the one

That thunder in your heart
At night when you’re kneeling in the dark
It says you’re never gonna leave her
But there’s this angel in her eyes
That tells such desperate lies
And all you want to do is believe her
And tonight you’ll try just one more time
To leave it all behind and to break on through
Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you
She’s gonna find out that ain’t so easy to do
And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run
Oh-o she’s the one, she’s the one

Oh-o and just one kiss
She’d fill them long summer nights
With her tenderness that secret pact you made
Back when her love could save you from the bitterness
Oh she’s the one, oh she’s the one
Oh she’s the one, oh she’s the one
Oh she’s the one, oh she’s the one

Wait a minute!!
Big Man, I got a problem!

Well you see
I call her up, she ain't home
I go by her house, she ain't home
I send her letter I get no reply
She just want to lay down and look for somebody else.

I drive by her house, real late.
I see two silhouettes on the window shades
And that's when... that's when...
I get mad... like Al Capone
I get mad... like Pretty Boy Floyd
I get mad... like smokin' joe
I get mad... like Popeye
Sometimes, sometimes, She gets me so mad, how mad?
How mad? She get's me so mad...
That I wanna I just feel like I gotta I just wanna
I feel like if I don't... I just don't know!

~Bruce Springsteen~

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