The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip - Flamenco songtekst
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super-capacity to love Walk like a matador don't be chicken-shit and turn breezes into rivulets flamenco-sweep the air and weave the sun and stamp your feet for everyone Does it exhibit your natural tendency to hate Maybe a prostitute could teach you how to take a compliment Maybe I'll go to New York I'll drag you there you said "no one drags me anywhere" Does it diminish your super-capacity to love