The Mess of the Duchess
You poisoned me
Just like the common fountain
I pictured you
Holding up that lantern
And it's clear to see
I'm chasing you desperately
As girls goes now
She burns with a deep desire
Getting in the head space it ain't easy
Looking for you it makes me feel queasy
PDA you're a little bit cheesy
I know it's true but you won't believe me
Sun's down and there's a slight breeze
You love me but your friends still deep me
Going home at the end of the party
You got a heart with no heart beat
A wax figure wax on my feet
On the pillow but I got no sleep
Walk you home to the end of my street
I'll sit you down, bottle of Bacardi
Wild dreams from my friend Bob Marley
And a sticker from a guy named Vicey
Talk the talk, your lips they're tiny
What did i do wrong please remind me?
Diamonds are of most value they say
That has passed through most jewellers' hands
Let not youth, high promotion or elegance sway your blood
Well I mean that's what the brothers said
Call me the Lord of Misrule
Irony what you in that state for
Wake up it's the morning ritual
Dead night red stripe just habitual
Taking a pic on the window sill
Fresh meat cooking on the grill
Sunset over looking the windmill
Few months later got some time to kill
And I see
Your vision and what you're saying to me
And you know
Your prospect is bleeding this virtue's deceiving
Just like the common fountain
I pictured you
Holding up that lantern
And it's clear to see
I'm chasing you desperately
As girls goes now
She burns with a deep desire
Getting in the head space it ain't easy
Looking for you it makes me feel queasy
PDA you're a little bit cheesy
I know it's true but you won't believe me
Sun's down and there's a slight breeze
You love me but your friends still deep me
Going home at the end of the party
You got a heart with no heart beat
A wax figure wax on my feet
On the pillow but I got no sleep
Walk you home to the end of my street
I'll sit you down, bottle of Bacardi
Wild dreams from my friend Bob Marley
And a sticker from a guy named Vicey
Talk the talk, your lips they're tiny
What did i do wrong please remind me?
Diamonds are of most value they say
That has passed through most jewellers' hands
Let not youth, high promotion or elegance sway your blood
Well I mean that's what the brothers said
Call me the Lord of Misrule
Irony what you in that state for
Wake up it's the morning ritual
Dead night red stripe just habitual
Taking a pic on the window sill
Fresh meat cooking on the grill
Sunset over looking the windmill
Few months later got some time to kill
And I see
Your vision and what you're saying to me
And you know
Your prospect is bleeding this virtue's deceiving
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Writer(s): Archie Turnbull
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