| | F-Hole Lyrics Artist(Band):Squeeze
I wrote her name on a bar mat, she had a peculiar bonnet, But a youngish damsel figure with her tongue tied to a trigger, She seemed a total killer, her face all filled with filler, Her face a painting palette, I stomached all her habits, Sipped her snowballs poshly like a judge but left her lipstick traces on her mug. We watched each other closely, she looks like Bela Lugosi She asked me for a ride home, I felt around for my comb And in the barroom mirror, I combed right through her figure She wiggled through the car park into the pit of my heart Sat herself beside me in my van, a ring on every finger of her hand. She lived down by the river, a flat the council give her Wallpaper very scenic, her outlook very beatnik We watched the close and weather, then through the door he entered Short sleeves and arms of iron and me with just my tie on She said the lodger's used 2 this by now I'd handled all the bull but not the cow Behind her velvet sofa, I found myself back sober She kept an old acoustic, she never ever used it A gift for me with a capo, a six string with an f-hole We made the strangest couple, a Laurel & Hardy double I learnt to play her favorite country songs With one or two chords always going wrong If you find some error in F-Hole Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Mike Hack michaelmoval@aol.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song F-Hole The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Squeeze" Music | |
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