He came She smiled She thought she had him tamed But he was just as wild Eating from her hand at last Wild things run fast In the dark He could see The trap that was lying in her Sweet company Eating from her hand at last Wild things run fast Winter beat the pines about He heard the heater Cutting in and out While she dreamed away . . . In the night It snowed Fast tracks in the powder white Leading out to the road Winding from her tender grasp Wild things run fast Wild things run fast Wild things run fast What makes you run? Wild thing I thought you loved me
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