"F-Word" as written by and Jens Lekman Aidan Moffat....
Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?
Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.

It won't lift a finger
For some lazy dreamer.
Here it comes the average dirty word,
Pardon my French

But I'm sitting on an park bench,
Watching yearning cats
Milk-fed little brats.

And they say:
Love won't pick
The slanted or the slick
Or the lovesick,
And I'm lovesick.

So I say
F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs.

Summer evening,
Cats are screaming
For love.

Is summer evening,
The cats screaming
For love.

So I say
F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs
Can't you feel the stench?

F-word, f-word
Pardon my French
But it's bs, bs.


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"F-Word" as written by Jens Lekman Aidan Moffat

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    General Commentevery so often a song comes along and knocks me on my musical ass and causes me to squirm like a dishing fish. and i am laughing and happy and nothing could be better then that current moment...this is one of those songs.
    brautiganon January 28, 2008   Link

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