Words and music copyright by
Howard Ashby Kranz
1. Zozie’s
got a splintered glass that makes tapestries from the junk that’s on your rug
And under her lid is a
glistening thought that can clear or cloud your senses like a drug
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But give her a tune and some
dancing room she can glide like a conjuror’s flame.
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She overcomes time, turns
blood into wine, and makes tangoers out of the lame.
Zo’s got the power to heal the
sick, but the healthy she infects with her own bug.
2. Zozie’s
got a crystal ball that can forecast the way you’re going to change your plans
But Zozie needs no book of
stars; she’s got nothing plotted yet nothing is left to chance.
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Just give her a space and
crank up the bass, she can make your dancefloor boil
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She can shimmy like Kate, she
can twist like fate; she can shuffle off your mortal coil.
Got no nets to break her
fall, cause from where she’s going she don’t care where she lands.
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Woh, zo zo zo zo-oh-oh oh-oh-oh, oh.
3. Zozie, I
asked her, who are you? and she just started tapping
and twirling to the beat of the drum.
Zozie, I asked her, is that
all there is? and she laughed as if to say no, this is only some.
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Now all the false prophets
are on the floor, yeah the magi are on the make
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They’re dressed in the look
and they’re singing the hook and they think that the rhythm is fate.
But Zozie only wants to fly,
and dancing is as close as she can come.
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Woh, zo zo zo zo-oh-oh
oh-oh-oh, oh.