With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face
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Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass
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She's got a house-big heart where we all live
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And plead and council and forgive
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Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed
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Her glove of bones at her wrist
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That I have held in my hand
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Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland
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Her Godly body and its fourteen stations
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That I have embraced, her palpitations
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Her unborn baby crying, "Mummy"
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Amongst the rubble of her body
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Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped
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Her fingernails, all pink and chipped
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Her accent which I'm told is "broad"
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That I have heard and has been poured
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Into my human heart and filled me
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With love, up to the brim, and killed me
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And rebuilt me back anew
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With something to look forward to
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Well, who could ask much more than that?
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A West country girl with a big fat cat
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That looks into her eyes of green
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And meows, "He loves you", then meows again
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West Country Girl
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
