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Salty
03:01
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Salty
You stand before me,
crying
And I wanna eat your tears
Eat, not drink
your salty tears
like drops of chocolate,
greaves of pork
or refried beans
Your salty tears
There's truth to be found
in your sadness
That's why I make you cry
salty tears
Your salty...
They're like
drops of chocolate,
greaves of pork
and what's in your pants
to me
Can't you see
I need your salty tears?
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann.
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To Hell with Love if It Feels like This
You can't handle this, I fear
I fear I fear I fear I fear
I smother everything I'm near,
I fear I fear I fear
I can more than fill your hands,
I fear I fear I fear I fear
Far too much for any man,
I fear I fear I fear
To hell with love if it feels like this
To hell, to hell with love
To hell with love if it feels like this
To hell if it feels like.... Ooh
Can you fill my buttercup?
I fear I fear I fear I fear
that I just can't get buttered enough
I fear I fear I fear
To hell with love if it feels like this
To hell, to hell with love
To hell with love if it feels like this
To hell if it feels like...
To hell with love if it feels like this
To hell, to hell with love
To hell with love if it feels like this
To hell if it feels like.... Ooh ooh ooh
All of me
from scalp to feet
in your hands
All that I can ever see
in your eyes
I know that I can never be
in your arms!
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann
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Beautiful Pussy
03:52
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Beautiful Pussy
My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful pussy,
you say l have
a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful pussy
You are so beautiful, beautiful,
everythlng about you
You say l am beautiful, beautiful
My beautiful pussy
And you took hold of me
And you held me tight
And you licked my feet
And we made love all nlght
And you can't let go
And you can't hold on
And you told me so
And it gets me down
My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful pussy,
you say l have
a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful pussy
You are so beautiful, beautiful,
everythlng about me
You say l am beautiful, beautiful
My beautiful pussy
And you can't let go
And you can't hold on
And you told me so
And it gets me down
And you took hold of me
And you held me tight
And you licked my feet
And we made love all nlght
And you can't let go
And you can't hold on
And you told me so
And it gets me down.
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann
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4. |
Emily, finally
03:28
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Emily, Finally
There was nothing strange about it when she came to my door
When she came to my door,
when she came
l told her that l knew her name was Emily
And she said my name, almost gently, through plywood
When she came to my door,
when she came
When she came to my door
When she came
to my door
We stood there for a while
like cowboys, locked in silence
l opened my door with no weapon to draw
When she came to my door,
when she came
When she came to my door
When she came
to my door
She said she heard all about me
and what l've done with you
When she came to my door,
when she came
Just wanted to see me, hadn't thought of what to do
Her pretty face marked by tears, like since l met you,
mine was too
When she came to my door,
when she came
When she came to my door
When she came
to my door
Then we slowly, simultaniously undressed
as if in a mirror
Stood there for a while
She was as unarmed as l
When she came to my door,
when she came
She came to my door
When she came
And l finally saw her as she was
and she saw me
When we finally embraced,
when we finally
No longer lovesick enemies
Just two women: Eve and Emily.
When she came to my door.
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann
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Purity
04:24
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Purity
It's not that you don't have a soul
You got too much to bear
You're spilling it all over me
and l just wanna leave it there
And then you just dissipate
Just leaving this empty stain
My vengeance is purity
The purity of truth
My purity is as dirty as you
Aw ooh!
Rubbing it, trying to
rid my body of you
But all I can think about
is you rubbing it too
And I end up in tears again
My fingers can't heal anything
My vengeance is purity
The purity of truth
My purity is as dirty as you
Aw ooh!
My vengeance is purity,
purity in thought
My purity is dirty as fuck
Fuck you for fucking me, oh!
Fuck you for fucking me up
l can drive you crazy, and l will.
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann
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Receive
03:28
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Receive
I'm your prince
Please be my bride
You'll be out the door before midnight
I need proof
of what I found
Please leave a little puddle of you behind
And I'm sorry I can't offer you a kingdom
I get lost in slaying dragons of my own
I don't mean for you to sleep in rags and cinders
All I want is break the spell and take you home
To see you
and take you
and feel you
To want you
and call for you
Receive you
Receive, receive
Receive, receive
I'm your prince
Please be my bride
You'll be out the door before midnight
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann.
Additional lyrics by Hugh Tweedy Atkinson.
All rights reserved.
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7. |
Romcom
08:09
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Romcom
I'll walk a mile in my mother's shoes
Find myself
lost on a beach,
stuck in my mother's shoes
Lost in the eyes, the love, the loins of a man
Me and my momma both have such generous hands
An I'll lie with you where my mother lay
on a bed of kelp and clay
So many years ago
And you and me, here we are
today
And I know the end to the story she told:
She died in my arms
She died in my arms
She died in my arms
With heavy thougts, beating heart, guilty feet and generous hands
With heavy thougts, beating heart, guilty feet, generous hands
With heavy thougts, beating heart, guilty feet
My momma went into all the world and took what she needed
Momma returned triumphantly
and gave in to the weight of her man
on a bed of sand
And then she took out the trash
She took out the trash
She took out the trash
She would have died in his arms
She would have died in his arms
She would have died in his arms
and I wanna die in your arms
I wanna die in your arms
I wanna die
As I lie with you where my mother lay
I give in to your weight,
give myself away
and sink into the muddy clay
With heavy thougts, beating heart, guilty feet,
I take out your trash
I take out your trash
With heavy thougts, beating heart, guilty feet, generous hands
Heavy thougts, beating heart, guilty feet, generous hands
I wanna die in your arms
I wanna, wanna die
I wanna dance on the floor with guilty feet and generous hands
I wanna dance till i die
I wanna dance on the floor in the round
I wanna dance
I wanna dance in your arms
I wanna die in your arms
With heavy thougts, guilty feet, generous hands and a beating heart
I wanna die with a beating heart
I could have died
I could have died
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann
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8. |
Frank
03:50
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Frank
l was Eve in the evening,
though you called me Frank in the afternoon
Eve, the Temptress
Eve, the Mattress
and the Original Woman all through the night
ln the morning both our faces will look the same
Fossilized by the same pain
As you wondered what to call me
you forgot your truth
As you wondered what to call me
l got lost in you
Eve, Eve, Eve
I wanna call you "Atoms"
'cause you split me into atoms, but that's not a name
And in the end you're not my Adam
though my berries were sweet and you picked them all
Whatcha gonna do with them now?
And what am l gonna do without?
Fossilized.
Named twice.
As you wondered what to call me
l got lost in you
as you wondered what to call me
you forgot your truth
Now l wonder what to call you
'cause you're split in two (at least)
Now l wonder who l am,
'cause now l'm just like you
Eve, Eve, Eve
You didn't change your name
You wore a hooded cloak
Frank laughs it off
Frank gets the joke
Written and composed by Cecilie Illemann.
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