Lyrics Harry - Medison

Harry

Little Harry…
'Aggy Little 'Arry…
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha…
First of all must go
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I say good-bye
To your whispers in my dreams
And then our lips will part, (Nah…)
In my mind and in my heart
Cause your kiss
Went deeper than my skin
Ey what now?
Yo, listen up bra…
Lemme tell you 'bout Harry
Harry was the only be in school
With his jeans baggy, hair nappy, teared khaki’s
He used to skateboard and smoke baccy
Girls used to say: Why is Harry so unhappy?
But he weren’t unhappy, he was just Harry
Happy to chill and smoke weed in an alley
In a bally 'Arry told his friends he’d never marry
No girls ever connect with him
They never seem interested, they never interested him
And all the girls in the school were so stuck up
So caught up in material, it’s fucked up
He said one night, that he would search the world’s end
To find a down to earth, intelligent girlfriend
Next day, he was in the library, in Highberry
Checking out the X-men comics
When his eyes done meet the most beautiful woman that he could ever dream of
All he had to do was just speak to her
Wow, her name was Misha, she was reading Nietzsche
He said: my name is Harry but people call me Easy
And nice to meet you
He couldn’t believe fate would play his cards like this
He would find a girl so quick who had a heart like this
He fell head over the heels for Misha
All the other girls seemed 2D, she was 3D
So much deeper, Jesus, she seemed so perfect
Life turned beautiful, suddenly seeming worth it
Misha said she worked with children
Just turned nineteen, the older women got Harry turning decent
They linked up a couple times after
Her kiss was like a gift in a myth
And amidst the laughter she said: You’d be a great father
What?
This was getting deep, plus it would soon get harder
As her face turned serious she said:
I lied to mask up, the fact I don’t work with kids
I’m an erotic dancer
Poor 'Arry…
What’s he gonna do now?
Met the love of his life and found out she’s a stripper
The chosen tribulations of a young man
Thinking what do I do
She’s like the virgin Mary working as a prostitute
What would you do if she was sweeter than the rest?
Deeper than the rest, but made a living off her breasts?
She said: Don’t hate me, cause I already hate myself
He said: I can’t hate you, I love you, but fucking hell!
How am I supposed to sleep at night?
Knowing that you’re out there skinning poles for leaching guys?
That’s for me, she said
Harry, you gotta go work it out
I’ve gotta go working now, got to accept it.
Its work you know…
Poor Harry, he was just a good guy
Even though he loved her, he knew had to say goodbye
Hi Harry, it’s me, Misha
Please don’t be mad at me, can’t you please pick up the phone?
It’s just a job, I don’t understand why you just… why you just can’t get it?
Harry lived out his life in non-existence
Tried to find another Misha, but no one’s competition
Once you find love and lost love, you don’t feel anything
Nothing but some old blood
So he got a rope, and on a piece of paper wrote:
«I can’t cope on my own.»
And cried as he put the rope around his throat
And no one even heard the yelp
As he kicked the stool from underneath and murked himself
(Gagging noises)