Forgetting saint francine
With the freckles to dare, and the shiny red hair.
Drop the cross
By accident or not,
Fearing the thought
Of nothing of the sort,
Further away
Nuns follow me, too far, they run out of breath,
And i am left with a blanket of tar
Wishing for a car.
What might you say to me,
If i came to thee,
With nothing but a…
Forgetting what you might say to me,
If i came to thee,
With nothing but a…
Scotch and bourbon, i snort
Scotch and bourbon, i snort
Consult the nurse,
“go away” from the duke.
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