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Wainwright Martha Martha Wainwright Ep

How soon will I be seeing you? How soon? I wish I really knew And when will I be hearing words I wanna hear? Pretty little love words whispered in, in

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore And I'm young and I'm strong But I feel old and tired, over fired And I've been poked and stoked It's all

Pack up all my cares & woes Feeling low, here I go Bye bye, Blackbird Where somebody waits for me Sugar's sweet, so is she Bye bye, Blackbird No one

It's over before it ever got started It's over before it ever got started It doesn't suit me to smile I might just sit here & cry a while Oh oh breathin

I wrote this song late last night About my brother and all his might And you would be so very kind To listen to these words i've written About the boy

Winter's coming on Only one place to be With my baby On those streets of New York in the fall No rooms to be had But I can get an add-on I haven't booked

Turn the key & warm up the vehicle Window's foggy & I'm in my little bubble Some are red, some are yellow Black & blue & different colours Mine is green

These are not my people I should never have come here The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab I know a place, I've seen the face I'll take the

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore And I'm young & I'm strong But I feel old & tired Overfired And I've been poked & stoked It's all smoke