The Associates - Nude Spoons Lyrics
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Nude Spoons
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What Are The Lyrics For Nude Spoons By The Associates?
I wrote a note and dug it underground
I dug it underground I found a tool to scrape away the soil I found a wooden soil It lies there canistered for future reference It lies there canistered It lies there canistered for future reference It lies there canistered with nude spoons euphoria I found a coin and washed away the silt I found a shiny coin A coin whose head was slightly to the tilt Who'd leave it there in there in silt It skimmed itself into the silvery Tay Deep into the Tay It's aging happening silvery in the Tay Is it still there today with nude spoons euphoria? It lies there with nude spoons euphoria Just forget about it Just forget about it Just forget about Nude spoons euphoria Nude spoons euphoria Nude spoons euphoria I'm glad I had this vital heart attack It clears psoriasis I'm glad I had this vital heart attack It makes me want to... Wrote a note and dug it underground I dug it underground I found a tool to scrape away the soil I found a wooden soil It lies there canistered for future reference It lies there canistered It lies there canistered for future reference It lies there canistered with nude spoons euphoria Just forget about it Just forget about it Just forget about Nude spoons euphoria Nude spoons euphoria Nude spoons euphoria |
Who Wrote Nude Spoons By The Associates?
Alan Peter Rankine, Billy Mackenzie
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