Mannish Girl

Lloyd Cole

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Intro : I used to be content to frown But anything for money now I'd rather be a mannish kind of girl    I used to get drunk on Spanish wine Well, now I'm drunk most all the time I guess I've been to grateful for too long   So I sit around and wait And watch the grass grow green And count the cars Feeling lost alone and misunderstood So I wait, hey hey Yes I wait, hey hey Well I had a girl in London town She picked me up and spun me round I guess she was a mannish kind of girl I went away and I still don't know why Six feet under is where my bloody heart lies I'm just afraid I can't forget her now So I sit around and wait And watch the grass grow green And count the cars Feeling lost alone and misunderstood So I wait, hey hey So I wait, hey hey, hey hey I used to be too big too crawl Now I don't give a damn at all I'd rather be a mannish kind of girl Yeah I used to get drunk on that Spanish wine But now I'm drunk most all the time I guess I'm just afraid I can't forget her now And so I sit around and wait And watch the grass grow green And count the cars Feeling lost alone and misunderstood So I wait, hey hey Yeah I wait, hey hey Yes I wait, hey hey Yeah I wait, hey hey, hey hey

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