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Victoria's Secrets Lyrics
O how my great liberal heart labours,
With the piss in my rivers and gall,
Before gleaming ceremonial sabres,
Who falls on them falls for us all...
Every night I pick the locks
On that white Victorian box,
Every night I pick the locks and the gaolers say...
Some nights when I look through her window,
And she seems an old lover to me,
There peeling off her black nylon knee highs
And yielding her breast to the sea...
Every night I pick the locks
On that white Victorian box,
But there's nobody home in her telephone bones.
I've kissed the green gem of the east coast, drunk the tropical fizz of
the north,
Played the far flung sand castles ate at by the Indian,
Froze in the broken off port,
To my blue collar sprawl out the blue stony wall,
Where the weather don't bother and the sea don't recall,
Sometimes it's a dead man as wide as he's tall by a blue blooded matron, and under her shawl
Every night I pick the locks on that white Victorian box...
I find buttons and bones, tiny soldiers, toy trains and murder...
Every night I pick the locks and the ladies scream "Vain!!"
With the piss in my rivers and gall,
Before gleaming ceremonial sabres,
Who falls on them falls for us all...
On that white Victorian box,
Every night I pick the locks and the gaolers say...
And she seems an old lover to me,
There peeling off her black nylon knee highs
And yielding her breast to the sea...
On that white Victorian box,
But there's nobody home in her telephone bones.
the north,
Played the far flung sand castles ate at by the Indian,
Froze in the broken off port,
To my blue collar sprawl out the blue stony wall,
Where the weather don't bother and the sea don't recall,
Sometimes it's a dead man as wide as he's tall by a blue blooded matron, and under her shawl
I find buttons and bones, tiny soldiers, toy trains and murder...
Every night I pick the locks and the ladies scream "Vain!!"
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Submitted by
perkypurce On May 24, 2009
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I think it's about wanting to talk to someone who thinks they are to good to talk to you perhaps?
My take on this beautiful song is that he is so enchanted by this woman he believes she is someone that she is not. He picks the locks yearning for answers only to be left disappointed, still a hint of mystery remains (murder). The ladies are less than impressed.
Oops lol I thought he was singing "every night I'll be alone, on that white Victorian coast" Imma keep singin it my way.