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The Pines - The French
The night she got the swastika tattoo
Her lips were cherry red
Her eyes were sapphire blue
The night we let the bombs
Off in the forest
She got so horny
We made love in the pines
The wind blows softer down
In Southern Arkansas
The match hits the paraffin
The wood burns to the floor
We know what's wrong or right
We know what love is for
It's for our kind
We've got friends down south
And friends up in the mountains
She paints her toenails red
Because that's the way
I like them
We know the FBI and
CIA are frightened
But they won't keep
Our love underground
I don't do drink
I take no ***
But christ she's hit the bottle
Like there's no tomorrow
I used to think that
She truly believed
But now sometimes I wonder
If faith is just a smokescreen
The wind blows softer down
In Southern Arkansas
The match hits the paraffin
The wood burns to the floor
We know what's wrong and right
We know what love is for
It's for our kind
I leave got friends down south
And friends up in the mountains
She paints her toenails red
Because that's the way I like them
We know the FBI and
CIA are frightened
But they won't keep
Our love underground
And does my love keeping hoping of
The better world
I've been dreaming of
And does my love keeping hoping of
The better world
I've been dreaming of
And does my love keeping hoping of
The better world
I've been dreaming of
And does my love keeping hoping of
The better world
I've been dreaming of
And does my love keeping hoping of
The better world
I've been dreaming of dreaming of