If I had listened more
Then I would try to make a clever Shakespeare reference here
But I just used to roll my eyes
Whenever she would try
To tell the tale of how she came to England from America
Her stomach full of butterflies
Voice of Olivier
Through soliloquy, seducing her far across the raging sea
He spoke to her and her alone
The Bard was her first love
And she would meet her second in the library studying the first
3,000 miles away from home
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
The first two broken hearts
Were of her forsaken mother and the father she left behind
Abandoned back in old New York
The third heart was her own
Discarded once again and crying by herself another night
For the man she'd left them for
The man she hoped would change
That a ring would change everything was the tale that she would tell herself
To try to get to sleep at night
A writer by her trade
Published in every paper but always her own best audience
No need to fight when she could write
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
Hoped a baby might work?
And when the first one didn't change him maybe another would?
F*ck two lives for the price of one
If you repeat a lie
Often enough it starts to feel like it might be something true
She said they were young and in love
Until she understood
That this would never be the fairytale she'd always thought it could be
And she returned across the sea
Her mom and dad long gone
Dead before they knew their little girl had finally found real love
Like I said - a tragedy
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
They married on the beach
I gave her away, my sister maid of honour, mom in white
Her stomach full of butterflies
Strangely Shaped by Fathers - Mom Lyrics
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If I had listened more
Then I would try to make a clever Shakespeare reference here
But I just used to roll my eyes
Whenever she would try
To tell the tale of how she came to England from America
Her stomach full of butterflies
Voice of Olivier
Through soliloquy, seducing her far across the raging sea
He spoke to her and her alone
The Bard was her first love
And she would meet her second in the library studying the first
3,000 miles away from home
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
The first two broken hearts
Were of her forsaken mother and the father she left behind
Abandoned back in old New York
The third heart was her own
Discarded once again and crying by herself another night
For the man she'd left them for
The man she hoped would change
That a ring would change everything was the tale that she would tell herself
To try to get to sleep at night
A writer by her trade
Published in every paper but always her own best audience
No need to fight when she could write
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
Hoped a baby might work?
And when the first one didn't change him maybe another would?
F*ck two lives for the price of one
If you repeat a lie
Often enough it starts to feel like it might be something true
She said they were young and in love
Until she understood
That this would never be the fairytale she'd always thought it could be
And she returned across the sea
Her mom and dad long gone
Dead before they knew their little girl had finally found real love
Like I said - a tragedy
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
They married on the beach
I gave her away, my sister maid of honour, mom in white
Her stomach full of butterflies
Then I would try to make a clever Shakespeare reference here
But I just used to roll my eyes
Whenever she would try
To tell the tale of how she came to England from America
Her stomach full of butterflies
Voice of Olivier
Through soliloquy, seducing her far across the raging sea
He spoke to her and her alone
The Bard was her first love
And she would meet her second in the library studying the first
3,000 miles away from home
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
The first two broken hearts
Were of her forsaken mother and the father she left behind
Abandoned back in old New York
The third heart was her own
Discarded once again and crying by herself another night
For the man she'd left them for
The man she hoped would change
That a ring would change everything was the tale that she would tell herself
To try to get to sleep at night
A writer by her trade
Published in every paper but always her own best audience
No need to fight when she could write
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
Hoped a baby might work?
And when the first one didn't change him maybe another would?
F*ck two lives for the price of one
If you repeat a lie
Often enough it starts to feel like it might be something true
She said they were young and in love
Until she understood
That this would never be the fairytale she'd always thought it could be
And she returned across the sea
Her mom and dad long gone
Dead before they knew their little girl had finally found real love
Like I said - a tragedy
Blinded by love she could not see
That this production was not to be
Some wry and witty comedy
That she was starring in a tragedy
They married on the beach
I gave her away, my sister maid of honour, mom in white
Her stomach full of butterflies
Writer: Dan McKee
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