Paroles de la chanson Lovelinesse par Moriarty
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Paroles de la chanson Lovelinesse par Moriarty
Running naked through poppy fields
With my anchovy flapping freely in the wind
Then I see Father O’Reilly
And I confess, yes I have sinned
And Father O’Reilly, he spoke to me slighly
And winked at the nun sitting bare on his knee
A church it imploded, a herd of green puppets
Demanded a pizza with chocolate and cheese
The nun in a frenzy she swatted the puppets
And prayed to the God of my proud anchovies
The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait
The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
With my anchovy flapping freely in the wind
Then I see Father O’Reilly
And I confess, yes I have sinned
And Father O’Reilly, he spoke to me slighly
And winked at the nun sitting bare on his knee
A church it imploded, a herd of green puppets
Demanded a pizza with chocolate and cheese
The nun in a frenzy she swatted the puppets
And prayed to the God of my proud anchovies
The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait
The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait
The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait
He fell in the field, but the nun didn't yield
The poppies they burst exploding his fate
The oxygen missing, my anchovie hissing
I ran through the fields calling for help
Help, help, help, help...
One, two, three
I tripped on a poppy and felt kinda dopey
Dropped on the earth with an opium yelp
Lying naked in poppy fields
With my anchovie flappin’ freely in the wind
Then I dream of Father O’Reilly
And I truly know, yes I have sinned
I'm sorry
The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait
He fell in the field, but the nun didn't yield
The poppies they burst exploding his fate
The oxygen missing, my anchovie hissing
I ran through the fields calling for help
Help, help, help, help...
One, two, three
I tripped on a poppy and felt kinda dopey
Dropped on the earth with an opium yelp
Lying naked in poppy fields
With my anchovie flappin’ freely in the wind
Then I dream of Father O’Reilly
And I truly know, yes I have sinned
I'm sorry
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