The Divine Comedy - A Woman of the World Lyrics

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A Woman of the World

A Woman of the World Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For A Woman of the World By The Divine Comedy?
When she was just a girl she became a woman of the world
Soon there wasn't room enough for her In between the bosoms of her family She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York Small-talked her way round just the sort Of playboys' playground she'd once dreamed about Maybe I love her, but I'm jealous of her She's a woman of the world She's a fake sure but she's a real fake On the make making up for lost time Just you wait hey, give the girl a break And a fifty dollar bill will see to that That ain't enough to feed the cat Serve up the rats and super rats Well they just get fatter while she fades away Maybe I love her 'cause I'm jealous of her She's a woman of the world Maybe I hate her 'cause I didn't create her It's human nature girl Maybe I'll suffer just to be her lover Just to be part of her world Maybe I need her, because I want to be her Baby can I be your girl? Maybe I'll kill her, just trying to thrill her If she don't kill me first We're making eye-contact Oh those hypnotic eyes attract such philanthropic flies That's that, you cannot stop it so why the devil do you try? |
Who Wrote A Woman of the World By The Divine Comedy?
Neil Hannon
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What's The Duration Of The A Woman of the World By The Divine Comedy?The duration of A Woman of the World is 4:10 minutes and seconds. |
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