Sheela-na-gig

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Sheela na gig
Sheela na gig
I’ve been trying to show you over and over
Look at these my child-bearing hips
Look at these my ruby-red, ruby lips
Look at these my work-strong arms
You’ve got to see my bottleful of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to meHe said
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner, another one there
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it beforeHe said,
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!
Put money in your idle holeGonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
Wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner, another one there
Take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it beforeHe said,
Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
You exhibitionist!
Put money in your idle holeHe said,
Wash your breasts, I don’t want to be unclean
He said,
Please take those dirty pillows away from me -
Hair
Hair
Samson, the strength that’s in your arms
Oh to be your stunning brideSamson, your hair glistening like sun
Oh would that it were mineSamson your hair that’s in my hands
I’ll keep it safe you’re mineHe said, Wait! Wait!
Delilah my babe!You lied in my face!
You cut off my hair!
You lied in my bed!Samson, you stay with your ‘Lilah
I hold you in my hands
your hairy strength – my manHe said, Wait! Wait!
Delilah my babe!You lied in my face!
You cut off my hair!
You lied in my bed! -
Joe
Joe
Joe, ain’t you my buddy thee
stay with me when I fall and die
always thought you’d come rushing in
to clear the shit out of my eyesJoe ain’t you my buddy thee
lay my enemies out in lines
come in close and I’ll wash your feet
with my hair I’ll mop them dryJoe, you be my buddy please
in this hell and dead-lock time
when I’m trussed in that headache tree
cut me down with your silver knife