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Greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy
So greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy, greedy

Now they saw the Celtic Tiger in my home town
Brings jewels
You know this language that we speak,
Is part German, Latin and part Greek
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap,
Well amended by the people in
You know this language that we speak, is part German , Latin and part Creek 
Celtic and Arabic all in a heap, well amended by the people in
at night I hear it, it cannot be denied
A lonely voice is crying out from somewhere deep inside

What my heart needs is a woman's touch
A tender hand
goes like this, we have no choice.
The minarets, the wailing voice,
And vaguely Celtic music fills the air.
We choose a foreigner to hate,
The new
You know this language that we speak,
is part german , latin and part greek
Celtic and arabic all in a heap,
well amended by the people in
into a fountain
Or to fly, I'd fly away

A woman's voice on the radio can convince you you're in love
A woman's voice on the telephone can convince
of a mermaid

With my voice
I am calling you

You're a young man waking
Covered in blood that is not yours
You're a woman in a yellow dress
Surrounded by
your manly friend.
A star 'bove the mire
Is her husbandly choice

Locked in his tower
By the enchanted voice
Of the Starguard Rhina
With his lips
your manly friend.

A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice
Locked in his tower
By the enchanted voice
Of the Starguard Rhina
With his lips
nothing like a woman with Southern grace

She's got me fallin' in her eyes again tonight
Lost in lovin' arms as the world goes by

Her voice is like
your manly friend.

A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice
Locked in his tower
By the enchanted voice
Of the Starguard Rhina
With his lips
on pills in limbo
She's a woman on a train
With her senses sharpened by the warning cold
She brings me to memory
She flashes her lights, her mission
which says "God Bless All Here"

His guitar sounds like a wardrobe, and it's out of tune at that
His singin' voice it ranges from a sharp to a flat
He's
on pills in limbo
She's a woman on a train
With her senses sharpened by the warning cold
She brings me to memory

She flashes her lights, her mission
the hearthstone;
They can't hurt it anymore.

Oh, let the wind go cryin' yonder
In the tree-tops by the spring
Let its voice be soft and feelin'
Like it was
Written by Linda Thompson and Betty Cook
© 1985 Linda Thompson / Firesign Music Ltd.

They say a woman's a fool for weeping
A fool to break her
Written by Linda Thompson and Betty Cook
© 1985 Linda Thompson / Firesign Music Ltd.

They say a woman's a fool for weeping
A fool to break her
With a voice that shatters glass
Let a woman in your life
Let a woman in your life

I shall never let a woman in my life
its second day

In his image this voice made a man
And a woman to love each other
They became the rulers of the world
And the third day was their
but I never caught their eye
but I thought I heard I heard a woman''s voice
whispering goodbye

So I lay down in the darkness
with the beer
Grown accustomed to her looks
Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed to her voice

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
Grown accustomed to her looks
Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed to her voice

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
a woman doesn't want you

Her voice invites
Her eyes say more than words
But her needs and complications
Can tear away the memory of last night's girl
Grown accustomed to her looks
Oh I, I've grown, grown accustomed to her voice

I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin