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Sandrine, Deena

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Sad and Glad – “Sandrine

Rose Polenzani: How Shall I Love Thee? 

Lyrics

Once you kissed a roman nose,

Once you drew in dirty prose,

Once you fucked a red, red rose

 

How shall I love thee when you have gone?

 

A girl in solemn photograph,

A girl who made you moan and laugh

A girl who blamed herself for half

 

How shall I love thee when you have gone?

How shall I love thee when you have gone?

 

Pretend you never laid me down

Pretend you never kinged my crown

Pretend you never left this town

 

I drop the crumbs to mark my track

The wedding was a load of crap

And I can’t find my way back

 

How shall I love thee when you have gone?

How shall I love thee when you have gone?

 

A smile that launched a thousand smiles

A mile became a hundred miles

A pile of shit turned into piles

 

How shall I love thee when you have gone?

How shall I love thee when you have gone?


Songwriter: ℗ 2004 Rose Polenzani


They Fell – “Deena

Dodie: She    

Lyrics

Am I allowed to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong

When she's just so nice to look at?

 

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she...

Means everything to me

 

Oh, oh

I'd never tell

No, I'd never say a word

And oh, it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt

 

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she...

Means everything to me

 

Oh-oh (ooh, ooh), ooh-oh

Oh-oh (ooh, ooh), ooh-oh

 

And I'll be okay

Admiring from afar

'Cause even when she's next to me

We could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall

But to her

I taste of nothing at all

 

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she...

Means everything to me

Yes, she means everything to me

She means everything to me


Songwriter: Dorothy Clark

She lyrics © BMG Rights Management