By Calypso
Date: 3 April 2000
Prairie Storm
Well I'm standing still
But I'm out of breath.
Like a Prairie Storm,
You blow a cold wind my way.
Furniture's been moved.
Papers have flown around.
Some glasses got smashed.
But I'm standing still
And I'm out of breath.
And I won't go into emergency mode, baby.
Won't be calling in the National Guard.
Because I'm standing still, and strong.
And I'm out of breath.
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