Robyn Hitchcock - The Green Boy Lyrics
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The Green Boy
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What Are The Lyrics For The Green Boy By Robyn Hitchcock?
First blood
The man in breeches leans against the wall And keeps a green-striped clove ball in his pouch You know him as your friend but he is filling in for someone First come The girl in breeches bends her head and sighs And rubs a green-striped gourd across her palm You know her as your love but she is marking time just marking time Hold to me, say to me, kiss to me, fall for me, do to me What you will Hold to me, say to me, kiss to me, fall for me, do to me What you will And all the answers are the same as they have been before And all the questions are the same as you've been looking for, my friend First served The man in green-striped tights is now inside He picks his teeth with fragments of his lute You chose him as your guard and he is here with you and no one else There's no one else Hold to me, say to me, kiss to me, fall for me, do to me What you will Hold to me, say to me, kiss to me, fall for me, do to me What you will And all the answers are the same as they have been before And all the questions are the same as you've been looking for, my friend Hold to me, say to me, kiss to me, fall for me, do to me What you will, what you will One, two, three Four, five, six |
Who Wrote The Green Boy By Robyn Hitchcock?
Hitchcock
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What's The Duration Of The The Green Boy By Robyn Hitchcock?The duration of The Green Boy is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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