Ireland

Elle, do you know the number one reason behind all bad hair decisions?
Love

You're lost without your love
Your heart is on the floor
I can help you, I've been there before
When I need to relax
I just put on some tracks from this CD I bought for the store

Isn't that relaxing?
It's called Celtic Moods

See my mum was three quarters Italian
My father I never knew
But my grandfather came from Ireland
The land where dreams come true
Ireland? Yeah, Ireland

He said all Irish men are like heroes
They're descended from poets and kings
So I swore I'll get married in Ireland
In our wedding like "Lord of the Rings"

My red-headed groom I can feel
As we stroll pass the churches and toms
He's a sailor named Branden or Leo
He can't dance without moves on his arm

In a bar once I met this guy Dewey
And he bought me like fourteen beers
And he told me that he was from Ireland
And I lived with him ten years
And my wedding he kept on postponing
Still I followed him 'round in a fog
'Til he left with some scanky bit bonny
Took my savings and took my dog

My grandfather should've just shut it
Every story he told me stood me wrong
All the dreams that he gave me got gutted
All that's left is this weird annual song

But hey, you should not give up on Ireland
Just be careful you don't get played
And don't drink 'til you're tearing your top off
And you flash the same Patrick's Day parade

See, a smart girl like you has a future
You have hope as each new day dawns
Girls like you always get to see Ireland
Send my love to the leprechauns



Credits
Writer(s): Laurence O'keefe, Nell Benjamin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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