Paroles de St. Nazaire

Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire I drank a bottle and a fuck me prayer I washed out with the greasy tide I went down on the Selkie bride Her daddy’s dead and her eyes are black Smells like spliff and Armagnac She lost her coat, but I like her style She lost her head, but I like her smile I'm all done talking to you, oh And I don't wanna be true, no I'm all done talking to you I drank a bottle and a fuck me prayer Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire Her daddy’s dead and her eyes are black I washed out, never going back I'm all done talking to you, oh And I don't wanna be true, no I'm done with talking to you I'm all done talking to you, oh And I don't wanna be true, no I'm done with talking to you