- Votes:
- Composer:
- Adam Green
 
- Genres:
- Acoustic
- Folk
- Indie
 
- Tags:
- alternative
- anti folk
 
- See also:
Adam Green - Her Father and Her lyrics
Father owned the dating bar so mother ran the store
 We all lived there together with the army at the door
 No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure
 But there really is no me and there's no army at the door
 I hustle my way to your bedside
 I ride on your body like a cab ride
 I carry refreshments to the good guys
 I made the good guys some home fries
 Pardon me anyone, where is the nearest shore?
 We're all in this together and the police are at the door
 Someone do my laundry or smash me through the floor
 To the tropical vacation buried underneath the store
 And I was your favorite bullfighter
 Whose looks were new to your eyes
 And I fell apart in that bullfight
 Where the dress was the sky to your thighsAdam Green - Her Father and Her - http://motolyrics.com/adam-green/her-father-and-her-lyrics.html
 She said that she had an hour
 Her father, he was in the shower
 And she took me to her little tower
 And she showed me her little flower
 And just when I thought it was safe to put down my pen
 She said, "Maybe I will let you fall in love with me again
 Maybe I will let you fall for a loving me again"
 And she showed me her badge and I think she said then
 That I don't have the heart to tell you not to come
 And everyone has hands just to use someone
 And it makes me feel just like old gum
 To ride a fake horse into town
 To ride a lame horse into town
 To ride a dead horse into town
 To ride your big fuckin', fake fuckin'
 Lame fuckin' dead horse into town














