DU BLONDE – HOLIDAY RESORT


You won the battle
who won the war
looking down the barrel of a gun that I adore
I cannot feed a fire if I haven’t got a lung full
Wake up on sunday
without a thought
standing like a pillar in a holiday resort
I swept my ankles cleanly
on the cotton sheets that you bought
Hold my face up to the rain
I’ll never love you like that again
but I don’t mind pretending
if I get to hear your voice again
Put on my shorts
and tried to play the field
but romance is a crop
that modern culture cannot yield
so I hung up my dancing shoes
and then I put up my shield
I’ve seen you drinking
I’ve seen you drunk
leaning like a corpse against
the backdrop of the sun
and I still think you’re pretty baby
I still think you’re the one
Hold my face up to the rain
I’ll never love you like that again
but I don’t mind pretending
if I get to hear your voice again
Spoke to my doctor
he said i’ve passed my peak
all my eggs are dying
in my twenties i’m antique
and I never learned to drive
and I never harnessed my mystique
I spend my days in the solace of my room
pulling pubic hairs
from the crotch of my swimming costume
and I don’t like the president
and I don’t like your perfume
Hold my face up to the rain
I’ll never love you like that again
but baby you can call me
if you’re ever horny
I know you like to hear your name
and I don’t mind pretending
if I get to hear your voice again
[chewing sounds]

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