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• Artiste: Sycamore Smith
• Titre: The Windy, Windy Night
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The wild dog fetches grenades The drunken wraith wretches & fades A schoolgirl twirls in the wheat field Until a combine catches her braids The princess picks nits off her lace And gives her wrist a little spritz of mace Cupid's so low that he loads up a bow And he shoots himself full in the face ---------- My mother was a half-wit whore She left me at her own front door My father was a deacon who would often wake up reekin' Of the sins he had condemned the day before ---------- If I hear you've been romancing Miss Ruth I'm gonna cut you with a cancerous tooth But first I'll hitch you up to a hell-bitch nag And let her drag you half the way to Duluth If I catch you trying to make Miss Trish I'm gonna drop you in the lake, ker-splish But first I'll lash bricks to your hands and your knees So you can crawl into bed with the fish ---------- The mentalist straightens his spine While his Rubenesque apprentice bends his mind The two of them ride through the windy, windy night On a levitated elevated line Now I'm off to meet a marvelous wench I found her name & number carved in a bench I wouldn't mind at all if you're hot to join the ball But if you're not, please pardon my French...