Song Description
All rights owned by Mickey Wynne-one stop shop clearance here
| Song Length |
3:53 |
Genre |
Blues - Modern, Blues - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Troubled, Distressed |
Subject |
Breaking Up, Lost Love |
Lyrics
French Blooze
(Words and Music by Patrick Bergin and Mickey Wynne)
I'm tired of lovin you, I know you're tired of me
And still your perfume haunts me,
Lets go down South, Paris is broken too
Ive always loved Bierritz
Maybe we can start again
Nano-technology, quantum medicine
Means nothing to me
'Cos Ive been in and out of every door
And sometimes Im just spinnin round
The only thing that matters is your touch..
Another fallen angel
Faxed Jesuit priest
Is that what you see in me?
In me?
I think that's sweet
All I can see in you
You head your eyes your feet
You head your eyes your feet
That's all I can see in you
I think that's sweet
Your black hole
And I just cant escape
Your black hole
And I just ant escape
You're in front
And I cant even wait
In front
And waiting is my fate
(Take it away on that guitar)
Maybe we can even start again
I'm tired of lovin you
I know you're tired of me
And still your perfume haunts me,
Lets go down South
Paris is broken too
Ive always loved Bierritz
Maybe we can start again