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fryars - wedding crasher كلمات الأغنية

[part i]

[verse]
dinner and dancing, elegant zelig in passing
sick of the masses, she asks him, thinks he’s handsome
says he writes for ‘the lancet but when she asks about cancer
no answer
it ruffles his feathers
it ruffles his feathers
these inconsistencies are warning signs
a man of mystery has more to hide
the other side he has her mind
she’s been with lawyers and bankers and city sl!ckers
but she’s bored of these happier, healthier, fitter types
she wants a man who does bright lights
wild nights, hits the heights
and this strange figure, he just might
he just might
over ice cream, she’d discussed her s_x life with a friend
who’d had more luck with men
she told her, there and then
to throw caution to the wind
and so, in kind, she leans over to this shifty guy
and says “can we go back to mine?”
“i know it’s, like, not even nine”
“but you don’t need to wine and dine”
“we could just have a few lines”
“and you can blow my mind?”
he leans over, says
“i don’t like functions either”
“i came with a female friend, but i’ll leave her”
“you’ve got a really kinky side but n0body sees her”
“i’ll make sure i please her”
they came in separate cars, so he tails her
her beating heart, hopes he nails her
she’s listening to ‘don’t impress me much’ by shania twain
he’s listening to ‘rubber room’ by porter wagoner
his eyes, like, dagger her
like, dagger her
modern house with a large drive
“beautiful place”, he says, wide eyed
“well i was his second wife and then he died”
“so i guess i got a free ride”
“please come inside”
“please come inside”
he asks her for a banknote
she asks him how he knew the bride
he said he was at school with her
they’ve been friends since they were five
she said, “it was a g_y wedding
so how did you get inside?”
“i guess, i lied…” (what?)
“i guess, i lied…”
he starts shaking, strips her naked
pupils dilated
they f_ck until, fated
he pretends to throw his rubber in the waste bin
and she waits for him
(she waits for him)
he comes back and he’s got a gun
she cowers, tries to run
he says, “i’m sorry, it’s been fun
but what’s done is… done
and i’ve done this before, and it’s a problem of mine, and i’ve tried to stop, but you just kept egging me on.”
he pulls the trigger
she’s gone
(she’s gone)
(she’s gone)
[part ii]

[chorus]
the night is new and love’s my passion
baby, let’s go wedding crashing
burn
crash and burn
and burn
the night is new and love’s my passion
baby, let’s go wedding crashing
burn
crash and burn
and burn

[verse]
on his way home and he calls a radio phone in
i’m sorry for moanin’
rights for workers are going in the wrong direction
and at the next election
i ain’t gonna vote…
because it’s just a distraction
and unless we face the facts and start some kinda class action…
“sir this station is owned by the right”
“tell me, have you had a good night?”
well, i’ve been working by strip light
i left the office at midnight
so i need to get home to the wife
and get some shut_eye
it’s not been that nice
“okay, we’ve got another caller on the line”
“he’s talking about hay fever in summertime”
this is radio 109.9

- fryars

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