Mouth Port Songtext

Michael Mclinn

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Mouth Port Songtext
the boys for whom i rallied

the joy in which i dallied

leave me wishing port were staboard

overtired and gallied

soaking wet down from my wrists
overtired and gallied



mouth port is no place for sailors



whilst i should find this ironic

i find it sad

at least there is no time to waste

in a city with no fun to be had



we're in the same boat of the south sea
i already know that

we're in the same boat of the south sea

but i don't want to here it

when you're fucking me



pencil boys harbour erotic doubt

i harboured love before you folded out

sailors bridesmaids use machine guns

i harboured love before you folded out



we're in the same boat of the south sea

i already know that

we're in the same boat of the south sea

but i don't want to hear it

when you're fucking me



at least there is no time to waste

in a city with no fun to be had
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