Chris Thompson - Martha's Madman Lyrics
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Martha's Madman
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What Are The Lyrics For Martha's Madman By Chris Thompson?
Martha has a madman
Standing hidden in the shadows He's got a long curved Turkish dagger With a bejewelled handle He's tellin' her the world is full of freaks and geeks and simples and he's Hiding like a leprechaun under stones and in the ripples In the pool of time she thought she knew it - but someone threw a stone into it Which breaks up the surface and it's making her nervous and it's true What can she do --- yes it's true What can she do --- Martha yes I guess you'll have to wait around - another thousand years Martha's gettin' nervous as she wanders through his valley Where the shadows always frightening And the whispers tell her stories He's tellin' her the world is full of freaks and geeks and simples and he's Hiding like a leprechaun under stones and in the ripples In the pool of time she thought she knew it - but someone threw a stone into it Which breaks up the surface and it's making her nervous and it's true What can she do --- yes it's true What can she do --- Martha yes I guess you'll have to wait around - another thousand years (What can she do --- yes it's true What can she do --- yes it's true What can she do --- yes it's true...) Martha yes I guess you'll have to wait around - another thousand years |
Who Wrote Martha's Madman By Chris Thompson?
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What's The Duration Of The Martha's Madman By Chris Thompson?The duration of Martha's Madman is 6:34 minutes and seconds. |
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