Explanation

Song about Quicksilver and a girl with Mercury’s attributes … or the other way around?

She’s rare and dangerous! (literal)
Blindin’ you with her liquid love. (poison)
Blowin’ like a hurricane! (hmm …)
If she blows your way you’ll never be the same. (poison)
‘n’ just like the wind, she can’t be caged. (liquid)

She plays fast and loose – makes the world go round. (mercury bearing (bath lighthouses))
She’s fickle and flighty – always up and down. (in thermometers)
She’s temperamental – ‘n’ quick on the trigger (mercury trigger)
You ain’t gotta hold: She slips through your fingers. (literal)

(Litte Miss) Quicksilver!

A venenmous inclination. (poison)
Slippery when wet, is her reputation. (literal)
She won’t let you get enough. / Just a taste of her’s too much! (poison)
Under your skin and into your blood. (poison)
Hold on tight ‘cos the ride will be rough. (poison)

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

She’s a slip of a thing – she doesn’t walk, she glides. (literal)
Gotta silver-tongue – ‘n’ as bright as the sun shines. She’ll: (literal)
steal up on you, (liquid)
steal the thunder, (poison)
steal your heart, (poison)
pillage and plunder! (poison)

You know your playing with fire, (poison)
but if you catch her eye, it’s well worth (your) while.
You gotta tiger by the tail.
Try to hang on tight, but if all else fails:
You can go at one another tooth and nail! (one last time)

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©2014 Andrew Robert Chapman

She plays fast and loose – she’s not gonna linger ‘cos
try as you might she’ll (always) slip through your fingers.

Gotta slippery reputation.
Slippery when wet, she’s always wet enough.
A venenmous inclination.
Under your skin and into your blood.

You wanna hang on tight!
(But) at the end of the day, she’s a fly by night.

She’s a slip of a girl – making hay while the sun shines.
She’s got class and style – she doesn’t walk, she glides.
She she steals the show – your heart – then steals away.

Just like Sodom and Gomorrah.
She’s here today and gone tomorrow.
Blowin’ like a hurricane.
If she blows your way you’ll never be the same.
She’s just like the wind, she can’t be caged.

steal up on you,
steal the show,
steal your heart,
then away she goes … stealing away (she goes).


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