Song | Hardwood Pews |
Artist | Horse Feathers |
Album | Words Are Dead |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Stalling, stalling, the hardwood of pews is calling. | |
We want this news. | |
Lovely ladies make pretty babies, it's true. | |
That woman's not you. | |
Take your body and clothes to places he won't go. | |
Your life as you know is hopeless, it'll happen too slow. | |
Oh, she's tricked, she was trapped. | |
Her body was lacking white and red, | |
Those hues lost in bed. | |
Oh, they would speak language exacting. | |
Oh, they would lay, parts practicing. | |
And through it all he won't call. | |
Lovely ladies take your beauty to your grave. |