How The Mighty Fall-Sarah Gillespie
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How The Mighty Fall - Sarah Gillespie
I want to walk through the moonlit night
I had a hunch you'd hunt me down
Besides I wouldn't recommend you to my worst friend
The way you wind me and then reel me in
You had honeysuckle on your broken nose
Singing help me help me help me Lord
Why are you wise cracking around
As you're racing through red lights down town
How the Mighty Fall
That's debatable that's debatable
Baby baby yeah
The tide is coming on
We get pulled along
We get pulled along
Why you making such a mother of a meal of this
With your collected calm your Toledo kiss
You're more more that a martyr to me
When you're moaning moaning moaning merrily
What are you doing
What are you like
Whenever you hold me you hold me too tight
Got to hand it to you all the same
Because you're beating me at my own game
How the Mighty Fall
That's debatable that's debatable
Baby baby yeah
The tide is coming on
We get pulled along
We get pulled along
I was seriously wondering what you wanted to do
With your apocalyptic voodoo
Believing in Beelzebub messed up your mind
I had me a lover when I was alone
He was a hell of a honey with no draconian baloney
Bullying him up inside
How the Mighty Fall
That's debatable that's debatable
Baby baby yeah
The tide is coming on
We get pulled along
We get pulled along
For the least amount of money
Hour by hour
And the waves roll in
And the tide gets higher
Early Sunday morning
In the yawning dawn
When the honey sun
Drops her ruby robes
When the tide gets higher
Early Sunday morning
In the yawning dawn
When the honey sun
Drops her ruby robes
How the Mighty Fall
That's debatable that's debatable
Baby baby oh
The tide is coming on
We get pulled along
We get pulled along
Hour
For the least amount of money
Hour by hour
And the waves roll in
And the tide gets higher
Early Sunday morning
In the yawning dawn
When the honey sun
Drops her ruby robes
