Auf Achse

by Cornbread Red

Billy Joe "Cornbread Red" Burge (December 17, 1931 – February 13, 2004), was an American pool player. Inducted into the One-pocket Hall of Fame in 2004 and Legends of Bank Pool in 2005, Cornbread Red is revered as "one of the most talented and entertaining characters in the history of pool".




You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you
You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy  
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy 
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy 
She's not so special so look what you've done

Now you wish she'd never come back here again
Oh, never come back here again

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

You see her, you can't touch her
You hear her, you can't hold her
You want her, you can't have her
You want to, but she won't let you

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy  
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy 
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy 
She's not so special so look what you've done

And now I'm nailed above you
Gushing from my side
It's with your sings that you've killed me
Thinking of your sins I die
Thinking how you'd let them touch you
How you'd never realise
That I'm ripped and hang forsaken
Knowing never will I rise
Again

You still see her
Oh, you hear her
You want her
Oh, you want to
You see her
You hear her
You want her
And you still want to

Written by: ALEXANDER PAUL KAPRANOS HUNTLEY, NICHOLAS JOHN MCCARTHY, ROBERT HARDY, PAUL ROBERT THOMPSON, JAN BAUMANN

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