Elle
Do you know the number one reason
behind all bad hair decisions
Love
You're lost without your love
you're heart is on the floor
I can help you
I've been there before
When I need to relax
I just put on some tracks
from this CD I bought for the store
Isn't that relaxin'
It's called CELTIC MOODS
When I'm lonely or feeling dejected
I play this and it never fails
I pretend like I'm in Ireland
with Enya and the whale
When my telephone gets diconnected
or I spend every night alone
I pretend like I'm in Ireland
where the Irish bagpipes drone
Smell the grass
as a rainstorm has ended
people smile
as I stroll pass their farms
With a red-headed
sailor named Brenden
and we dance without moving our arms
In bar once I met this guy Dewey
and he bought me like fourteen beers
then he told me that
he was from Ireland
so I lived with him ten years
If I squinted he
looked like my sailor
through my boozey delusional fog
But he dumped me for
some sl*t named Kayla
took my trailor and took my dog
In Ireland they know how to love you
you embrace
in the misty Irish breeze
And if your Irish boy tires of you
you're allowed to
shoot him in the knees
Hey You look like that
poster for Ireland
long blonde hair and
that sweet sunny face
Oh no wait that's the
poster for Sweden
Oh screw it
I'll never see either place
But a girl sweet as you has a future
you have hope as each new day dawns
Girls like you always
get to see Ireland
give my love to the leprechauns