Green eyes

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me
 Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
 This useless old f*cker with his twinkling cunt
 Doesn't care if he gets hurt

Green eyes, Green eyes
 Green eyes, Green eyes

If it were but a matter of faith
 If it were measured in petitions and prayer
 She would materialise, all fleshed out
 But it is not, nor do I care

Green eyes, Green eyes
 Green eyes, Green eyes

So hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name
 This morning will be wiser than this evening is
 Then leave me to my enemied dreams
 And be quiet as you are leaving, Miss

Green eyes...
 Green eyes, Green eyes
 Green eyes, Green eyes



Green eyes, Green eyes