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Fionn Regan

Sow Mare Bitch Vixen

 

Sow Mare Bitch Vixen

(álbum: 100 Acres Of Sycamore - 2011)


Spit on your hand and lead me inside
Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

One more line and an audience will clap in their head
Removing the animal hide that covers your bed
With a classroom compass I can now say I've been kissed
Across my pale body, clenched in her fist

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard
Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard
The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings
I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says "no strings"

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

It's easy to remember and hard to forget
For the dust of reflection has not settled yet

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

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