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(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer) |
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Well she tied me to the headboard with a surf leach |
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And her wet hair hugged her body like a long-lost friend |
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And I really tried my best to get across to her |
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But nothing she would say could be defended |
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Well her birthday suit it was her only present |
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When I looked into her eyes - no history |
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And I told her eating people wasn't pleasant |
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But she laughed a snake eye laugh and walked away from me |
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I watched her as she walked across the coals |
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I watched her as she walked across the coals |
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She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird |
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And I am your nightmare surfer babe |
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Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard |
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Are you still looking for the perfect microwave |
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So I did my best to try and get across her |
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I said: "One day every pebble hits the beach" |
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And I kissed her face and held her like a long-lost friend |
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But she was too far out there to be reached |
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She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird |
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I'm your nightmare surfer babe |
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Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard |
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Are you still looking for that perfect microwave? |
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And the sun came up over the mountain |
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And the waves rolled in across the bay |
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And the fabulous brightly coloured birds flew up out of the forest |
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And she said "Well we're all heaven's beautiful children livin' together in paradise |
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Lie down my dear... you're going to enjoy this" |
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She looked like she'd had sex |
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With a tyrranosaurus rex |
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She was singing: I was born in nineteen sixty weird |
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I'm your nightmare surfer babe |
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Mr. Wilson where's your sandbox and your beard |
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Are you still looking for that perfect microwave? |
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And I watched her as she walked across the coals |
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And I watched her as she walked across the coals |
