Mark Mulcahy - We're Not in Charleston Anymore Lyrics
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We're Not in Charleston Anymore
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What Are The Lyrics For We're Not in Charleston Anymore By Mark Mulcahy?
I'm going down into the valley
The valley of you god Hope I don't find her I want to change my ways Changing my today's today I'm putting on blinders Into the hurricane We're not in Charleston anymore She is well protected Guarded by the furies Hell hounds at her feet She's got a stage child two-headed baby One head speaks french one never eats Don't like me into a hurricane We're not in Charleston anymore more more I have a tormented temptress We're not in Charleston anymore We're not in Charleston anymore She is a firework Fourth of July Rocket to the moon Yes she's super straight She's got a great big bed Flying carpet to hell Head off the hurricane Into the hurricane We are not in Charleston anymore more more more I have a tormented temptress Tell her I'm not in Charleston anymore more Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more Well I'm not in Charleston anymore more more |
Who Wrote We're Not in Charleston Anymore By Mark Mulcahy?
Mark Joseph Mulcahy
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What's The Duration Of The We're Not in Charleston Anymore By Mark Mulcahy?The duration of We're Not in Charleston Anymore is 3:44 minutes and seconds. |
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