Grace Gale
Grace Gale - Brown Bottles lyrics
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You would die just to be poetry (oh so woe is me), Say C'est la vie to pleasantries they are the best laid plans for tragedies. You're the queen of a dead scene. You're the queen of the back seatÂ… You got you face on TV and the cover of the magazines.. So smile baby, I've got the headache that you gave me & I'm bound and determined to make a woman out of you. Smile honey, kiss the child for me honey. One nightÂ…one chance Â…what was I supposed to do.. I WAS READY TO GO BUT YOU WANTED TO DANCE (you wanted to dance) A brown bottle serenade to send you quietly to your grave (hey I hope you sleep well). So I'll say what you would say, all is well for what sells. You're the queen of the bar sceneÂ… You're the queen of the back seatÂ…. You've got you're face on TV and the cover of the magazinesÂ… I'LL BE HOME SOON WITH MORE THAN TIME ON MY HANDS.