rebel

Bein’ good isn’t always easy,
no matter how hard I try.
When he started sweet-talkin’ to me,
he’d come and tell me,
“everything is all right”.
Kiss and tell me,
“everything is all right,
can I get away again tonight?”

Because I once had a thing for a son of a preacher man and because I need something light today. I would really rather be dancing, singing-a-long, feeling some ounce of irreverent joy instead of all the fucking heavy emotions that seem to be everywhere around me today. Today I just want to be a little wild. Today I just want to feel good.

Son of a Preacher Man (live) :: Dusty Springfield

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