Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.

Sith the one.

Lyrics submitted by TheUnholyMaster, edited by chefgroovy

Samantha Lyrics as written by William Patrick Corgan Michael Beinhorn

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    General CommentRaymond has mentioned this as one of his worst lyrics, written in a hurry and without any inspiration (which is quite evident, in my opinion, given the shortness of the lyrics ;-) ).
    ale5875on March 21, 2012   Link
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    Translationmy attempt at translating, my middle english is rusty :)

    Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
    (don't worry about the little things)

    Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy; (should be wene not ween)
    (I'm probably complaining, should hope for happiness)

    Thrawn and slab of leer I holde thee, and yore was 'gal.
    (though my face doesn't show it and I act like a bitch, I have loved you for years)

    Not sure what the guy means
    I think its two thoughts in his head. Should he he leave her or should he stay. The grunting voice says riddance, the echoing voice says she's the one?
    chefgroovyon August 11, 2014   Link

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