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Nick Cave |
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Miscellaneous |
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West Country Girl |
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With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face |
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Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass |
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She's got a house-big heart where we all live |
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And plead and council and forgive |
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Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed |
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Her glove of bones at her wrist |
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That I have held in my hand |
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Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland |
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Her Godly body and its fourteen stations |
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That I have embraced, her palpitations |
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Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy" |
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Amongst the rubble of her body |
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Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped |
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Her fingernails, all pink and chipped |
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Her accent which I'm told is "broad" |
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That I have heard and has been poured |
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Into my human heart and filled me |
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With love, up to the brim, and killed me |
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And rebuilt me back anew |
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With something to look forward to |
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Well, who could ask much more than that? |
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A West country girl with a big fat cat |
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That looks into her eyes of green |
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And meows, "He loves you", then meows again |
