Post-Romantic Stress Disorder on Purple Cassette Tape
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lyrics
I'm washing every inch of me
To rid myself of poetry
That came from in between your teeth
That night
I'm washing way down to my bones
To get a little closer to home
And find out where it all went wrong
That night
Was it my fault
Was it my fault
I'm going down to the place where you had found me
And hope that I would see you again
Do you remember me
You were down and you
Hoped that i could drown to
Help you lift you there
Oooh
Badababababa
I'm washing every inch of me
To cleanse myself of poetry
That came from in between your teeth
That night
I'm washing way down to my bones
To get a little closer to home
And find out where it all went wrong
That night
Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Was it my fault
Washing every inch of me
(Do you remember me)
Washing every inch of me
(I remember you )
Washing every inch of me
Washing every inch of me, yeah
supported by 5 fans who also own “Clementine (Was it my fault)”
Modern (as opposed to retro) soul with a jazzy touch. Great voice, good songs, fantastic arrangements - very idiosyncratic approach!
The chosen favorite works best when played directly after the preceding one, Where there Is Smoke ;-) Carsten Pieper