Maximo Park - Her Name Was Audre Тексты

I'm about the hunt
She's feelin' my poetry
I'm about the onslaught
She ain't feelin' my luxury

You never want to leave
The local library
She always thought
That you might understand

Her name was Audre and
She had a lot to say
She didn't warn me with
Her cultural display

When I wattle my hand
She'll say that it's sweet
I go back to her throat
She'll say that I won't let her be

You never want to leave
The local library
She always thought
That you might understand

Her name was Audre and
She had a lot to say
She didn't warn me with
Her cultural display