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FHole

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Жанры : new wave 80s pop rock alternative

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(difford/tilbrook)

I wrote her name on a bar mat

She had a peculiar bonnet,

But a youngish damsel figure

With her tongue tied to a trigger,

She seemed a total killer

Her face all filled with filler,

Her face a painting palette

I stomached all her habits,

Sipped her snow balls poshly like a judge

But left her lipstick traces on her mug.

We watched each other closely

She looks like bela lugosi,

She asked me for a ride home

I felt around for my comb,

And in the bar room mirror

I combed right through her figure,

She wiggled through the car park

Into the pit of my heart,

Sat herself beside me in my van

A ring on every finger of her hand.

She lived down by the river

A flat the council give her,

Wallpaper very scenic

Her outlook very beatnik,

We watched the close and weather

Then through the door he entered,

Short sleeves and arms of iron

And me with just my tie on,

She said the lodgers used to this by now

Id handled all the bull but not the cow.

Behind her velvet sofa

I found myself back sober,

She kept an old acoustic

She never ever used it,

A gift for me with a capo

A six string with an f-hole,

We made the strangest couple

A laurel and hardy double,

I learnt to play her favourite country songs

With one or two chords always going wrong

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