Denne sangen er så utrolig søt. Den får meg til å tenke på våte, brosten-belagte gågater.
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I am a mermaid, but I have sold my voice
for a couple of feet
and they always bleed
when I go walking in the road
I am a mermaid, but I have sold my voice
for a couple of feet
and they always bleed
no matter how I plead
now, I once saw the most beautiful man
at the local record store
he bumped into me and said, "well, excuse me, young ma'am,
but haven't I seen those pretty eyes somewhere before?"
I smiled and gestured at my throat
to show that I was mute
he quickly looked down at the floor and
shuffled in his boots
oh, he was outta there so fast
I am a mermaid
but I have sold my voice
for a midnight train
and a bump of cocaine
and an old photo of ballett russes
I am a mermaid
but I have sold my voice
for a bottle of gin
'cause I can't swim
and I sure don't wanna float
well, I was so lonely, walking out of that store
and back into the busy-people-street
when overhead, I heard an argument
a woman opened up her window, threw a flower pot from it
I was startled by the crash
but I ran over to find a little plant
I quickly emptied out my coffee paper cup and
adopted it
transplanted it
took it home and
named it "Mozart"
I am a mermaid
but I have sold my voice
and I got rid of my tail
at a junkyard sale
along with some favorite childhood toys
I am a mermaid
but I have sold my voice
for a couple of feet
and they always bleed
no matter how I plead
for a couple of feet
and they always bleed
no matter how I plead
for a couple of feet
and they always bleed
when I go walking in the streets
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