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Mary at home, as always, was ironing a pale shirt of a ghost
Trying to straighten out every crease of his being and the emptiness where she was lost
no lies
Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed
The tear forgot as soon as shed

Blazing suns
No disgrace
My shirt is blue
I love your face

Hide your
in my hand with no bottom,
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems,
No problems.

Want a towel on a chair
In the sand by the sea,
Want to look through
and the sand,
And a drink in my hand with no bottom,
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems,
No problems.

Want a towel on a chair
In the sand by the sea,
Kind friends, warning take by me
Not every pirate’s sailing the sea

Long John Silver, Long John Silver
Don’t bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Shirt's on fire, church on fire
Billy's dream boat stills as the house alights
Sailors come from miles for a drink and a fight
But the harbour
my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems, no problems

Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look through my
don't get me wrong
Now my head tells the tales
I hardly know

I remember T-shirt weather
I remember some days
We were singing our lungs out
in
don't get me wrong
Now my head tells the tales
I hardly know

I remember T-shirt weather
I remember some days
We were singing our lungs out
in
gotta to be clean!
I gotta be clean!
It's healthy and keen!
I gotta be clean! 
Yes sir!

I start each day
By brushing my teeth (brush, brush)
walk by
Below my window

You look so youthful
Time has been untruthful
Heaven knows I loved you
30 years ago
Hot days your shirt's undone
Rainy
Oh, that I could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tuckin' my shirt in
Pants I wear so well
Cross your t's shirt smells
Worse
Why do Cupids and Angels continually haunt her dreams
Like memories of another life is painted on her shirt in capitals
Out on the free free way
Why do Cupids and Angels continually haunt her dreams
Like memories of another life is painted on her shirt in capitals
Out on the free free way
Oh lord, anybody see my trial grieves for I
Why lord I was badly beaten, found by loved ones
Battered by an irate husband
Searching for a man that
in the brown shirt
A burning hatred in his eyes
Fired by ignorant reaction,
Fanned by political lies
Take the man in the blue cap
His back's against
Why do cupids and angels
Continually haunt her dreams
Like memories of another life
Is painted on her shirt in capital
Out on the free free way
Why do cupids and angels
Continually haunt her dreams
Like memories of another life
Is painted on her shirt in capital
Out on the free free way
the brown shirt 
A burning hatred in his eyes 
Fired by ignorant reaction, 
Fanned by political lies 
Take the man in the blue cap 
His back's against
Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by domestic muses
Feed delusions that everything is working out right
But your ribs can't withstand
at? (where you at?)
Where you at? (where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?

My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my)
My
the meadows and the mountains and the sky
Not to mention hordes of brown shirts passing by
Bring a tear to every single Nazi eye
In old, I'm talking old
temperature higher 
Ya dun kno Shontelle score a perfect ten (Roll it up!) 
Dis a Bajan-Jamaican blend! 

Roll, roll it girl, roll it girl 
Roll, control
I know they can play
'Cause I remember

Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming

So
and got that twist
The kind of love you can't resist
At seventeen

Now sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all means
Patch of blonde, peroxide