Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Girls, artist - CocoRosie. Album song Heartache City, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 17.09.2015
Record label: Self Release
Song language: English
Lost Girls |
| Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits |
| Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night |
| Who feign to use a knife |
| Jingle jangle the cosmos are on fire |
| The blazing loins of the criminal choir |
| Rejoice to be alive |
| Broken and depraved |
| Sullied mop and rusted pail |
| Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell |
| This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes |
| It’s hard to remember fantasy or horror |
| Unwarranted caresses |
| Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands |
| Dear Father, who art in heaven |
| Hollow be thy name |
| Witches confused by their own magic |
| Witches displeased by their own perfume |
| Shame-lock woman |
| Shaman woman fuming with shame |
| Love-lock woman |
| Women their own magic women |
| Shadow body, shadow spirit |
| White blood, blue night |
| Angel’s lyrics |
| Female creature wilted high in the rafters |
| Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter |
| Shadows spilling into the babe’s milk |
| Sorry eyes of ghost’s memoir |
| Four blue plus two, that makes six |
| That’s twelve times two |
| Two brown eyes, one green |
| Hazel’s asleep in the hayloft |
| Down the road drowning in dry grass |
| In the sweet maiden’s lap poisoned with nightshade |
| Witches' last laugh |
| Stick your thumb out and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop here soon |
| Take down your hair, wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s gonna stop here soon |
| Take down your hair and wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| Even though red’s not your color |
| I’ll dress you in feathers |
| And fly you in the windy weather |
| Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats |
| Little dewy brawling cats |
| With cross-eyes and hats |
| They take mercy on you |
| They take you for walks |
| The mercy choir singing dismal hymns |
| Watery bible rims |
| All jumbled a mess |
| A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop here soon |
| Take down your hair and wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop here soon |
| Take down your hair and wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| With a knapsack of trinket |
| I’m off to seek my fortune again |
| Chasing ghosts of dead orphans |
| Friend, cousin, or kin |
| We wave to the passer by |
| Moth wings of a butterfly |
| Endless tracks where no car pass |
| Close your eyes and you can fly |
| I’m off to meet my soul mate |
| A naked fawny jailbait |
| Wading into ponds |
| Filly with polliwogs at dawn |
| Mourning the light that slipped from my eyes |
| A little child with dirty nails and dirty hair |
| I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop here soon |
| Take down your hair, wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop here soon |
| Take down your hair, wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop you soon |
| Take down your hair and wind up your grin |
| Cuz someone’s gonna take you home |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop you soon |
| Take down your hair and wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |
| Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt |
| Someone’s bound to stop you soon |
| Take down your hair and wind up your grin |
| Someone’s gonna take you home |