Mary Black - Sparks Might Fly

I cannot stop this child from touching me
I see not fault in watching her bloom
She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly
Yet I feel she may be consumed.

She done turns on the B stage
She shook hands when the shoe fit
I wanna know how the land lies
I'll let you in on a secret.

I did not steal away when love rode by
I did not let myself be unkind
It's so heard to say where love meets lust
I often think I'm losing my mind.

I trade notes with the press league
They send back their suggestions
I wanna know where I come from