Midnight Nightingale With The Long Hair

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Oh, midnight nightingale with the long hair Was all that what happened just biochemical warfare Was there a light, a flare blinking infrared How does your mouth break, alter bread? Your kisses they're like a well-practised confessional Darling, you deserve the congressional medal. Oh, tell me why do you feel unloved wanting always more? Is that why you even take what isn't yours Leaving a trail of bread crumbs on the floor Naturally, every woman's got satanical claws. But what kind of harlot always begs Won't let any man; easily leave, without her voodoo hex. Oh, darling, you're like a sandstorm hotly spun Guess I'd have to say, in all honesty, it's been fun. Oh, midnight nightingale with the long black raven hair Was all that what happened just biochemical warfare But oh lord, I do declare as my witness She is my one and only weakness. Her kisses lord they're like a well-practised confessional Darling, I deserve the congressional medal. Oh, tell me why do you feel unloved wanting always more? Is that why you even take what isn't yours Leaving a trail of bread crumbs on the floor Naturally, every woman's got satanical claws. But oh lord, I do declare as my witness She is my one and only weakness.

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