歌词
I took my bucket down to the well
Desert woman, sweet mystery
She let the rope fall down in the well
Like it was meant to be
She put the jug upon her head
Walked with her back to the wind
I followed her tracks home and she said
"Why don't you come in?"
She killed the light
She dropped her glove
She said, "Are you looking for trouble
Or looking for love, love, love?"
I woke in the morning, dying of thirst
Headed straight back to the well
There she was with the jug on her head
The rope had just fell
The well and her eyes were deep and black
With no question or answer
She wet my brow and I followed her back
To the Tropic of Cancer
She killed the light
She dropped her glove
She said, "Are you looking for trouble
Or looking for love, love, love?"
Looking for love
