Louise Mosrie: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

She is an artist of the worst kind
Too many images, not enough time
Too much emotion weighing on her mind
She doesn’t feel kind.
Yet she is an artist of the best kind
Yeah, she is an artist of the best kind.

She is a lover of the worst kind
Breaking his heart, feeling so blind
Pretends not to care, time’s on her side
She doesn’t feel kind.
But sometimes she reaches out to let him in
She’s trembling like a child.
So much love she’s crying
She is a lover of the best kind
Yeah, she is a lover of the best kind.

Oh, she’s alone in this world and that’s fine.
Oh, breathing out, breathing in feels so alive
That her heart opens wide.
‘Cause she is a woman of the best kind;
Yeah, she is a woman of the best kind.

And she is a daughter of the worst kind
Needs to call home, but not enough time
Guilt on her pillow as she turns out the light
She doesn’t feel kind.
But sometimes she knows how to say it
And I-love-you’s fall out of her mouth;
So much love she’s crying;
‘Cause she is a daughter of the best kind
Yeah, she is a daughter of the best kind.

chorus

She is an artist;
She is a lover, and a daughter.
She is a woman of the best kind.