Katie Melua - Mary Pickford (Used to Eat Roses) Lyrics

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Mary Pickford (Used to Eat Roses)

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What Are The Lyrics For Mary Pickford (Used to Eat Roses) By Katie Melua?
Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did, One supposes. Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome, He wore a moustache, Must-a had much cash, too, Worth a king's ransom, Charlie Chaplin, he was invited, When these artists became united. When these artists became united. David Griffith worked as an extra, Then as a stagehand, Until they let him be A director Dave was brave, a mover and shaker, A true pioneer, He seemed to show no fear, A real film maker Just like Chaplin, he was invited, When these artists became united. When these artists became united. They tied the knot together, Groom and bride couldn't hide their pleasure. They tried to pick fair weather, But love died, didn't last forever. Mary Pickford used to eat roses, Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did, One supposes. Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome, He wore a moustache, Must-a had much cash too, Worth a king's ransom. Charlie Chaplin, he was invited, When these artists became united. When these artists became united. When these artists became united |
Who Wrote Mary Pickford (Used to Eat Roses) By Katie Melua?
Paddy Mcaloon
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What's The Duration Of The Mary Pickford (Used to Eat Roses) By Katie Melua?The duration of Mary Pickford (Used to Eat Roses) is 3:13 minutes and seconds. |
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