30 Odd Foot of Grunts - Big Jet Planes Lyrics
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- Big Jet Planes Lyrics
Album: Big Jet Planes (Crowe/Cochran) Big jet planes don't fly over me I'm one of the lucky ones I live in a quiet street She's all middle class and Bertolt Brecht Her first time in Amsterdam She came back a fuckin' mess But it's all over - that's all gone Time shades the pony and travels on For all of this singin' she's a real one Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration At least she can be inspired Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention She doesn't break, I bet she bruises She doesn't break, I bet she bruises In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it Big jet planes don't fly over me I'm usually in them Looking down on your street Know so many people I've never met The first time I go to Amsterdam, I'm coming back a fuckin' mess But it's all over - that's all gone Time shades the pony and travels on For all of this singin' she's a real one Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration At least she can be inspired Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention She doesn't break, I bet she bruises She doesn't break, I bet she bruises In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it I'm one of the lucky ones I live in a quiet street30 Odd Foot of Grunts Lyrics Index
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