Lyrics:
not meant to be
And ya read all yer letters
Cried anchor aweigh
Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea
All around old Cape Horn
Ships
ooh)
Longing just to belong
Cape the wind and cape your kind (ah, ah)
And cape the wynds that back (ah, ah)
How you've held to chance
Delivered
Blood Red Roses
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down.
And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn,
Go down, you
Eight years old with a floursack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin' what the heck
He screwed his courage up so
of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love
Friendly persuasion
of praise;
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways,
Put on your bonnet, your cape and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love.
Friendly persuasion
Thee
of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love
Friendly persuasion, thee
talkin' about you whenever
Don't matter, you dead and you gone
Got the drank and the tank on me
Got the gas and the goal
Metro, Metro, Metro, I got this
Eight years old with a floursack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin' what the heck
He screwed his courage up so
of praise
Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways
Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove
And come with me, for thee I love
Friendly persuasion
Eight years old with a flour sack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
He's figurin' what the heck
Well, he screwed up his
of the sea
Under the moonlight there she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to Valparaiso
And every road I walked would take me down to the sea
With every
Eight years old with a floursack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin' what the heck
He screwed his courage up so
what had happened
There he stood in front of me
He had a silver cape and eyes of red
With a button down Limousine
Man I gotta get away, gotta get away
it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it
Think of Siamese twins
Some
And they say
"You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around
Skinny girl
Dressed in black
Leather boots
Nazi hat
Tatooed panther
Vampire cape
Sexy dancer
Magdalene grace
Shake it baby
Shake it baby
And they say
"You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around
it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it
Think of Siamese twins
Some
it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it
Think of Siamese twins
Some
Eight years old with a floursack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
Figurin' what the heck
He screwed his courage up so
it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it, think of Siamese twins
Some
it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it, think of Siamese twins
Some
it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it; think of Siamese twins
Some
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