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D.G. Scherrer
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French Wife
She came back home and found me dead At least that's what the papers said Course, it ain't like I could tell it my way Hell, I don't even know where you go To get cyanide in New Mexico Babette, you are a clever little lady
I met her when I used to work On weekends up in Albuquerque And she was just a co-ed from overseas And I never studied art the way Them queers all do in Santa Fe But Babette, I know perfection when I see it
You might suggest and I might agree That she was way too good for me And why the hell'd she marry such a man? Could be she thought Americans Are all Cary Grants and Errol Flynns Folks got some weird ideas about this land
Now don't cry princess, I forgive you I'll go run right up to heaven and plead your case 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I ain't the choicest guy to live with, God knows But tomorrow's gonna be a better place
My funeral came, I saw her weep And hell, you know, that's kinda sweet I mean, that's how you know they really care They laid my flesh in Chamberine It ain't bright, but hell, it's clean And this may be the best I've dressed since we were married
It's hard to make a marriage work Some days are bright, some days are dark Some days they just wake up and hate your face I was probably just a redneck clown Folks probably think you married down But what the hell, I love you when you're crazy
Now don't cry princess, I forgive you I'll go run right up to heaven and plead your case I ain't the choicest guy to live with, God knows But tomorrow's gonna be a better place
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