Cocorosie - La Maison De Mon Reve (2005) by Cocorosie (보컬) on maniadb.com

If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
You say you'll provide the birdbath
If I provide the skin
And bathing in the moonlight
I'm to tremble like a kitten

If blue eyed babes raised as Hitler's little brides and sons
They got angelic tendencies
Like some boys tend to act like queens
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep?
Love to hear her sing and wear purple eyes like rings
And the flowers have no scent
And the child's been miscarried

If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
You say you'll provide the birdbath
If I provide the skin
And bathing in the moonlight
I'm to tremble like a kitten

Oh, every angel's terrible
Said Freud and Rilke all the same
Rimbaud never paid them no mind
But Jimmy Morrison had his elevators
His elevators, he had his elevator angels

If every angel's terrible
Why do you hide inside her?
Like a child in a skirt
The supermarket's loud and bright
Boy, don't she feel warm tonight
Boy, don't she feel warm tonight
Boy, don't she feel warm tonight

If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
If every angel's terrible
Then why do you welcome them?
If every angel's terrible
Why do you welcome them?
You say you'll provide the birdbath
If I provide the skin

She sounded like an angel when she cried

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out

I just wanted to be your housewife
All I wanted was to be your housewife

I'll iron your clothes
I'll shine your shoes
I'll make your bed
And cook your food

I'll never cheat
I'll be the best girl you'd ever meet
And for a diamond ring
I'll do these kinds of things

I'll scrub your floor
Never be a bore
I'll tuck you in
I do not snore

I'd wear your black eyes
Bake you apple pies
I don't ask whys
And I'd try not to cries

I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out
I'll always be by your side
Even when you're down and out

And it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife

'Cause it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife

And it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to be a housewife
Is to be a housewife

'Cause it's nearly midnight
And all I want with my life
Is to die a housewife
Is to die a housewife

Jesus loves me but not my wife
Not my nigger friends or their nigger lives
But Jesus loves me, that's for sure
'Cause the Bible tell me so

Read your Bible good and well
Don't forget about that apple spell
Don't fall in the wishing well
Wishing for heaven and gettin' hell
Wash behind your ears, don't smell
Cover them freckles
Don't ask, don't tell

Kiss your papa, but not too long
Hold his hand
Don't do no wrong

Jesus loves me but not my wife
Not my nigger friends or their nigger lives
But Jesus loves me, that's for sure
'Cause the Bible tells me so

Hush, don't cry, dry them tears
Time'll wash away all them years
Scar or a bruise, pick and choose
When you're all grown up
You'll have the blues
Life'll give you that wedding ring
Fancy cars and diamond things
You best believe in Jesus' way
And never fall asleep forgetting to pray

Jesus loves me but not my wife
Not my nigger friends or their nigger lives
But Jesus loves me, that's for sure
'Cause the Bible tells me so

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky
Turned from grey
Into blue

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky
Turned from grey
Into blue

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky
Turned from grey
Into blue

It was a good friday
The streets were open and empty
No more passion play
On St. Nicholas avenue
I believe in St. Nicholas
It's a different type of Santa Claus

I believe in St. Nicholas
It's a different type of Santa Claus
I believe in St. Nicholas

I believe in St. Nicholas
It's a different type of Santa Claus
I believe in St. Nicholas

I believe in St. Nicholas
It's a different type of Santa Claus
I believe in St. Nicholas

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky
Turned from grey
Into blue

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky
Turned from grey
Into blue

I once fell in love with you
Just because the sky
Turned from grey
Into blue

It was a good friday
It was a good friday
The streets were
Open and empty
No more passion play
On St. Nicholas avenue
I believe in St. Nicholas
It's a different type of Santa Claus

Oh, you can leave me
On the corner
Where you found me
I'm not for sale anymore
You can leave me
On the corner
Where you found me
I'm not for sale anymore
Oh, you can leave me
On the corner
Where you found me
I'm not for sale anymore
You can leave me
On the corner
Where you found me
I'm not for sale anymore

Oh sailor
Oh sail me
Silver mast do impale me
Oh windless
Oh windy
Remind me
Rewind me
Oh laughter
Oh laughless
Just sing this
Just mean this
Infinity whispered to me
A mumble so dreamy
A soft sound so creamy
So dreamy
Dreamy
Infinity whispered to me
A mumble so dreamy
A soft sound so creamy
So dreamy
So dreamy
So dreamy

Black widow and white wood
The darkness of a forest eerily returns
To stagger drunk like mud
Taking swings at your woman
Run!

Why does butterscotch taste so good?
And we can't have any
But we must, we should
Why does sugar cane taste so good?
Even though sugar can only do ya harm
You remind me of baseball
Tow trucks and the movies
Look sweet as to deliver me milk
Almost frozen on those wintry mornings
Don't slip, Mr. Mailman
Watch out for my dog!

Why does kissin' you feel so good?
Even though it ain't allowed
I know it sure damn should
Why does holdin' hands feel so right?
Got a bruise on my pinky ring from holdin' too tight
Black diamonds swoon the corner
Make it sparkle
It's all for sale
Pushin' snow on the summer kids
Lewd remarks lowering
Lick the lips, mischievous
Lick the lips, mischievous

Skittles are the rainbow
And every color's popular
Though red gets the most invitations
To the junior high celebrations
And I'll go alone, I don't care
'Cause rainbow's not my favorite color
I'll go alone, I don't care
It's not my favorite color

Why does butterscotch taste so good?
And we can't have any
But we must, we should
And why does sugar cane taste so good?
Even though sugar can only do ya harm
I'll go alone, I don't care
It's not my favorite color
Black widow and white wood

I'll wait for you until the streets become sand
And all the ceilings in New York have come down
I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again

I'll wait for you until the streets become sand
And all the ceilings in New York have come down
I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again

Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas
Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas
Oh, Miss Madonna, won't you please give me a kiss?
Give me one of those soft sweet lagrimas
'Cause I felt your pain
When your - your baby was slain
I tossed some roses to perfume his grave
Oh, Miss Madonna, won't you let me underneath your halo?
'Cause it's raining hard
Raining hard in this abyss

Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas
Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas

Oh, Miss Madonna, where you goin' after church?
In that preacher's car
You know I won't tell nobody
That you've been smoking cigars
I won't tell nobody, tell nobody
That you've been smoking cigars

Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas
Miss Madonna, won't you give me a kiss?
One of your soft sweet lagrimas

You wanted to buy me for a hundred euro
You said you'd take me to your little car
Your friend lived near by, he had a house and all
Where was I from, you said
You guessed Yugoslavia
Well, it's not Yugoslavia
It's not Yugoslavia at all

It reminded me of a movie I just saw
About a little girl from Yugoslavia
She got sent away, they made her prostitute
She ate McDonald's all day
And never had a chance to play
Lyla, Lyla, Lyla

You wanted to buy me for a hundred euro
You said you'd take me to your little car
Your friend lived near by
He had a house and all
Where was I from, you said
You guessed Yugoslavia
But it's not Yugoslavia
It's hardly Yugoslavia at all
Lyla, Lyla, Lyla
Lyla, Lyla, Lyla
Lyla, Lyla, Lyla
Lyla, Lyla, Lyla