Lyrics:
It was just boards of rough cut pine
And a quilt of patch work cotton
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed
Daddy built it
It was just boards of rough cut pine
And a quilt of patch work cotton
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed
Daddy built it
It was just boards of rough cut pine
And a quilt of patch work cotton
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed
Daddy built it
You're like a rollercoaster toast ya
In a big four-poster bed
You're such a puddin' I shouldn't I couldn't
I'm a gorilla in a wooden keg
Cruise
a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
I thank my lucky stars.
Politicians speak and it makes me I'll
People are dyin' just for a thrill.
four poster king sized bed
Where so much love was made
Just give it away"
She said, "Just give it away"
Just give it away
There ain't nothing in
glitters jiggy jitters on the four poster bed
We are rising with our impurities
Asterism arising with this breeze
And the light brings out your soul
here, come closer
Let me tie you to a four-poster
Shotgun, pull it, put it in a holster (bang)
Oh
It's too late to get off this road
I want you
brought back from Manilla
It will smell quite divine, what do you think?
We can spend the evening in my big four poster
And try to put this awful world
knock. It’s the courier
With a box as big as a shed.
She rips at the cardboard, plastic and foam;
It’s a ready- made four poster bed.
She slips under
head
Someone to love me in a 4 poster bed and
I can play this here guitar and
Thank my lucky stars
Politicians speak and it makes me ill
People are
I felt you slip from the covers of our big four poster bed
I heard you dial the telephone
Saw you shake your worried head
I watched you dress in
away?"
Do I need someone here to scold me
or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward.
For it
Dreamed I was the King of Portugal
In a big four poster bed
Noble tapestries from wall to wall
And a crown upon my head
Bells ring and servants
Photos of good times
In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows
There's a four poster bed for a reason
There's a box on the floor full of secrets
porch this morning
Sold off all his clothes
Sold off his four-poster bed
There were debutantes and old ladies breaking out in fights in the front row
As soon as possible
Possible possible possible possible
As soon as possible
Possible possible possible possible
Four man poster
If I catch your girl I
and of pans
maybe I’ll sail away if it rains again
I’m here alone in this four-poster bed
the wind is the music that’s caught in my head
Dream of love through
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest
In the dead of the night
Succulent. Succubus In thy arms
And thy wetness
I was there upon a four poster there.
Mind touseled I came to bear some thoughts from the past amid a dash of influenza.
And then I came to see
the voice of my brother
As they struck up that old angel band.
?Could I have your old ski boots and surf board?
And maybe that four-poster bed?
Would you
Through the hole in my wall,
I see into your head
A beggers day banquet
On a four poster bed
It's food for the eyes
Drink for the soul
I'm awake but I can't yet see;
An eager chiffchaff is heralding me.
The image starts to form of a four-poster bed
sprung in the clarts
the fold
Of a slaughtered lamb throw
On a four poster bed...
Succulent, Succubus
Laid without rest
In the dead of the night
Succulent, Succubus
In thy
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