Oliver Moore (guitar, vocals, bass) - Tom Harman (Percussion)
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She's got that little girl smile
Religion's nothing more to her than if you would stay awhile
and with an ornery grin between that gentle smile, she'd offer hope
and say, I've got an ornery way
So stay awhile
My cigarette is bent and hanging from her mocking smile
That I'd revise my fiendish way's I know would take awhile
Ambition plans concerning money, hardly seem her style
She's got an open tithe of loving
She's got that way, in my life
She's got that way, in my life and,
I'm invited, a little frightened
and oh so mine, so stay awhile
The way she dines on macaroni
Folds and bites at her bologna
Rocking gently when she sleeps because she knows me
I've got to hold it on, hold it in, never let her down again
Hold it on, hold it in, never let it out she let me in
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