Lyrics:
First blood, rushing, blushing
Crushing harder, starters, martyrs
Languid, sanguine at least to begin
Parlour games night
First time for everything I
We play these parlour games
We play at make-believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but we
We play these parlour games
We play at make-believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but we
We play these parlour games
We play at make believe
When we get to the part where I say that I'm going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but
Love was hanged and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power I'll ask your name
Your name
O ladybird
I have heard
and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power I'll ask your name
Your name
O ladybird
I have heard you have to run to tend your
You've been searching for this
Just a little normal
I've been doing the dishes
Playing parlour games
Your smile fades
Quicker than it's made
born? Where were you born?
Crunching rocks became a parlour game
Of every well-mandibled chap with two first names
The philatelic exhibit forcasts rain
your name
It's okay to feel so ordinary
We're all the same
One day, you'll think of parlour games you used to play
One day is never far away
It's all circumstance and sin
For men can make many things
Homes and wars and aeroplanes
Bridges, politics, parlour games
Make fun, make war, make
of the season in the ringing Christmas bells
The pulling of the penny from the pudding was a blast
The parlour games that we all played together, how we laughed
only love
A parlour game or an open vein
Cuz I'm getting sleepy now
And I broke my back behind the plow
If you look into my soft blue eyes, you'll know
Hands
Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game;
Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique
Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade,
Murmuring of Things
A minor role, a walk on part
The girl that
Disappears
In between the dates and names
A player in a parlour game
He'd quietly
Been leaving for years
Roll
Gridlocked in a lovers gaze
And we shouldn't misbehave
And I can tell that you feel it
Ain't it the world to blame
That we play these parlour games
ever never
Ever see you again
Be too good to be true but our
Worlds are one and the same
Power launches and parlour games
Some things never change
I
Meet me at the bagatelle parlour
Friday five o'clock's when we play, sir
Got lots of machines
They keep them all clean
Hey, we're leader board bound
Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat
Sheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat
In the parlour where the lights are low
lifestyle is from home
Let's stop simping and do
You can never catch me simping
That's the number rule from the street
Nigga ain't playing no games
Bitch
for that reason why
The empty parlour's just full of masks
Playin' skittles on the looking glass
You must cross that river alone, all along
Bloemfontein
But I'm going back to Kimberley
To gamble my last game (2x)
I hadn't been in Kimberley
Many more days than three
When I fell in love with
and milk-white thighs,
And mickey dodgers in disguise.
Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs,
Massage parlours in horse boxes.
There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns,
To the words that we breathe
Cuz
No matter what they say
This is our world
We come from the bottom
Now we all swerve
Keep it locked down
This is ours now
Game's
come
And take us away
Two men were gamblin'
In a parlour one night
When a woman walked in
With her dress up so tight
She asked the two gentlemen
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