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Zita Swoon lyrics : "The French Trombone"

Everybody said it was dirty
But their truth is like a gun
I still try to get my ...

Even when I'm forced to none
Dancing on their prudence shield
Stroking while I'm young

Relying on their nursery
Making it mine
Hey everybody was laughing

But I couldn't resist crying
Hey I felt sad because
They where all lying

They all crown their frowns
They all swop their alibis
I'm glad I know that I don't care

My mind is in my hands now
It's the odd cause
I remember when I was in the desert

Sucking on my french colonge
Grinding on my pillowcase
Enjoying all alone

And the air was soft and new
And the chances that I took
I wonder sometimes if without it

We still have anything to go for

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