| Harlem – South of France Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Drivin' in the south of France And I'm blastin' Abba Moroccan guy askin me A sexual question Lookin' at the beach It's a shame That it's a-rainin' I wish I could take a swim Instead I'm stuck in a cab with a stranger Drank last night and I feel like shit I hate every book I've ever read Take back the words I never said I need somewhere to rest my head I'm lookin' for a big old, big old bed Two years later I'm back in the same town This time I brought my girlfriend We fought at the beach and slapped at a fish We told each other it was the end All the girls on the beach all topless and tan Real pretty bodies but with faces like men I wish it was different More like before But every time I try I realize I can't I hear a party in room 13 I can hear all of them people scream They're waitin' for an end to the fucked up dream I'm just gonna wait for the next day Next day I wake up I drink coffee And I go for a walk around town Buy some drugs off a street man Go back to the hotel Lie back down Start thinkin' there's a gas leak in my room I'm on drugs So I'm freakin' out Do I call the deskman and tell him Or do I just go back to sleep I hate every book I've ever read Take back the words I never said I need somewhere to rest my head I'm lookin' for a big old, big old bed |
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| Harlem – South of France Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Drivin' in the south of France And I'm blastin' Abba Moroccan guy askin me A sexual question Lookin' at the beach It's a shame That it's a-rainin' I wish I could take a swim Instead I'm stuck in a cab with a stranger Drank last night and I feel like shit I hate every book I've ever read Take back the words I never said I need somewhere to rest my head I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med Two years later I'm back in the same town This time I brought my girlfriend We fought at the beach and slapped at a fish We told each other it was the end All the girls on the beach all topless and tan Real pretty bodies but with faces like men I wish it was different More like before But every time I try I realize I can't I hear all the partyin', from the beach I can hear all of them People think there's a wait for the end to the fucked up drape I'm just gonna wait for the next med Next day I wake up I drink coffee And I go for a walk around town Buy some drugs off a street man Go back to hotel Lie back down Start thinkin' there's a gas leak in my room I'm on drugs So I'm freakin' out Do I call the deskman and tell him Or do I just go back to sleep I hate every book I've ever read Take back the words you never said I need somewhere to rest my head I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med |
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