Thea Gilmore - Contessa Lyrics
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Contessa
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What Are The Lyrics For Contessa By Thea Gilmore?
Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door
Well, I thought I told you you couldn't call round anymore And outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the day Contessa, I've told you so why do you come anyway? Well, ten years ago by the motorway bridge with a smile And your red lacquer shoes, oh you lived inside me for a while I had an old cow bone that I used to draw hearts in the dust Contessa please tell me just what the hell happened to us 'Cause I've gone Gone run that road I've gone Gone run that road Run that road home I was a scared little kid with a head full of hormones and holes With one eye on atonement and a body already grown old There you were with your secrets and your notebook of genuine lies Saying "girl its your party But you sure as hell don't wanna cry, Don't wanna cry" I've gone Gone run that road I've gone Gone run that road Run that road home Yeah, run that road home So I was the black sheep, yeah, I was the lone cavalier But with a face like stone, oh Connie its lonely out here I've taken some pills and I've played with the hand I was dealt And you saved me that time but now I've learned to save myself And I've gone Gone run that road I've gone Gone run that road Run that road home Oh, run that road home Yeah, run that road home Yeah, run that road home |
Who Wrote Contessa By Thea Gilmore?
Gilmore, Thea Gilmore
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What's The Duration Of The Contessa By Thea Gilmore?The duration of Contessa is 4:58 minutes and seconds. |
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