Been getting quite a few emails thanking me for the mp3 but wanted to know what the lyrics are, so here you go.
He was young,
He was eager to learn.
He was stung,
With a passion to burn
He was hung,
And he hung in return -
My private of privates
He was mean,
Flowers died where he spat.
Full of spleen,
When he took tit for tat.
He was green,
But I loved him for that -
My private of privates.
At the height of passion, he would dangle me.
When he wasn't mashin',he would mangle me.
Mornings he would dash in and untangle me.
My private of privates was empirical.
If I'm still alive it's a miracle
If I shut,
Both my eyes when we kissed.
I got cut,
At the neck and the wrist
At my gut,
How his fingers would twist -
My private of privates
As my warrior grew gorrier
My body, it grew sorier
When he marched
Off to war, I was crushed
I was parched and downtrodden and hushed,
Cause he marched
On my back, while I gushed -
My private of privates
How much more in love could anybody be?
I kissed the ground he walked on while he walked on me.
How much more in love could anybody be?
I kissed the ground he walked on while he walked on me.
He wrote to me direct from overseas -
A note that made me weak at the knees,
A depiction of war on a picture post card
A description of war that would make a ghost hard.
How would I ever compete with that?!
Then and there I knew that I had lost
To a wanton bitch of a holocaust.
Then and there I knew that I had lost
To a bitch... of a holocaust.
Oh, my private of privates was gone,
But his mark and his marks linger on.
Yes, his mark and his marks linger on...
How much more in love could anybody be?
I kissed the ground he walked on while he walked on me.
How much more in love could anybody be?
I kissed the ground he walked on while he walked on me.
Pud
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