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DAMIEN RICE >> Merchandise Links
DAMIEN RICE
(Live at Cornucopia Café, Dublin) Well I don't know if I'm wrong 'Cause she's only just gone Here's to another relationship Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means Cried when she should and she laughed when she could Here's to the man with his face in the mud And an overcast play just taken away From the lover's in love at the centre of stage yeah Loving is fine if you have plenty of time For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind Loving is good if your dick's made of wood And the dick left inside only half understood her What makes her come and what makes her stay? What makes the animal run, run away yeah What makes him stall, what makes him stand And what shakes the elephant now And what makes a man? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know No I don't know you any more No, no, no, no... I don't know if I'm wrong 'Cause she's only just gone Why the fuck is this day taking so long I was a lover of time and once she was mine I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed Cried when she should and she laughed when she could Well closer to god is the one who's in love And I walk away 'cause I can Too many options may kill a man Loving is fine if it's not in your mind But I've fucked it up now, too many times Loving is good if it's not understood Yeah, but I'm the professor And feel that I should know What makes her come and what makes her stay? What makes the animal run, run away and What makes him tick apart from his prick And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick I don't know, I don't know, I don't know No I don't know, I don't know, I don't know No I don't know, I don't know, I don't know Hell I don't know you any more No, no, no no... Well I don't know if I'm wrong 'Cause she's only just gone Here's to another relationship Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease I finished it off with some French wine and cheese La fille danse Quand elle joue avec moi Et je pense que je l'aime des fois Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc Quand on est ensemble Mettre les mots Sur la petite dodo La fille danse Quand elle joue avec moi et la pluie Elle me manque Pourquoi? Non,non C'est la chanson, la nuit, le vent L'amour, le son De la petite Dodo
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