The Dear Hunter - Smiling Swine lyrics
[The Dear Hunter - Smiling Swine lyrics]
I woke alone, put on my coat
Ran for the door down the stairs
And made it to the second floor
Stopped by the squeaky wheel, a smiling swine
Stunned by the sight and
Fearing what's behind
"Hey there, " he pleasantly began
"Good day, " he telescoped his hand
"Is there a service I can possibly propose?
Ms leading seems to me to
Be a proper butterfly"
"Then I suggest you pack your
Bags and learn to drive"
Tucked in my shirt
And finally made my way outside
He broke the scene, a Machiavellian dandelion
Blissfully plucked from the bloom of another
But all the while
She was still fresh in my mind
And though this might be premature
But ambition strikes just when
The mood is right the mood is right
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still fresh in my mind
She's fresh in my mind
And though it might sound premature
But ambition strikes just when
The mood is right the mood is right
Oh
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
She's stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature, oh
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, the mood is right
And the mood is right, the mood is right oh
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
She's stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, the mood is right
And the mood is right, oh
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
Still stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature, oh
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, when the mood is right
And the mood is right, and the mood is right
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
She's stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature, oh
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, when the mood is right
And the mood is right
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight one, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight one, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Ran for the door down the stairs
And made it to the second floor
Stopped by the squeaky wheel, a smiling swine
Stunned by the sight and
Fearing what's behind
"Hey there, " he pleasantly began
"Good day, " he telescoped his hand
"Is there a service I can possibly propose?
Ms leading seems to me to
Be a proper butterfly"
"Then I suggest you pack your
Bags and learn to drive"
Tucked in my shirt
And finally made my way outside
He broke the scene, a Machiavellian dandelion
Blissfully plucked from the bloom of another
But all the while
She was still fresh in my mind
And though this might be premature
But ambition strikes just when
The mood is right the mood is right
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still fresh in my mind
She's fresh in my mind
And though it might sound premature
But ambition strikes just when
The mood is right the mood is right
Oh
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
She's stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature, oh
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, the mood is right
And the mood is right, the mood is right oh
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
She's stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, the mood is right
And the mood is right, oh
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
Still stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature, oh
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, when the mood is right
And the mood is right, and the mood is right
Now all the while, now all the while
She is still stuck in my mind
She's stuck in my mind
And though it might sound premature, oh
But ambition strikes me when
The mood is right, when the mood is right
And the mood is right
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight one, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight one, two, three, four
One, two, three, four