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South of France Lyrics

Drivin' in the south of France
And I'm blastin' Abba
Moroccan guy askin me
A sensual 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 slept at a ??
We told each other it was the end
All the girls on the beach all topless and tan
Real pretty bodies what would they taste like, man
I wish I was different
More like Duvall (?)
But every time I try I realize I can't

I hear a party and ??
I can hear all of them ??
Ever wait four years ??
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 hotel
Lie back down
I'm thinkin' there's a gas leak in my room
I'm on drugs
I'm freakin' out
Do I call the ?? 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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Cover art for South of France lyrics by Harlem

A few corrections:

"I'm lookin' for a big old, big old bed"

"I hear a party in room 13 I can hear all of them begin to scream"

"Do I call the deskman and tell him Or do I just go back to sleep"

Lyric Correction
Cover art for South of France lyrics by Harlem

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

Lyric Correction
Cover art for South of France lyrics by Harlem

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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