Vārdi: Amelia Curran. War Brides. You Won't Find Me.

Oh you wont find me in the arms of strangers
Laughing and drinking like a big parader
I dona??t posses the mind to over matters
Of the money kind
Mine just scatters
And you wont find me
Not you wont find me

Pick me up from my over coat
Ia??ve been wearing that over coat for seven years
Long, long years
If something dona??t pick me Ia??ll disappear
And you wona??t find me
No you wona??t find me

And you wont find me
In the magazines
Thumbing my way through those hip cat scenes
Rambling on
coat tails long
Waltzing my tears to a Tom Jones song
No you wont find me
No you wont find me

That sun come up every day
Just to show me how its done I think

Oh but I get things in my own way
When that sun goes away I drink
Drinking to the moon and the stars
All those names on the boulevard
Oh where you wona??t find me

De de de de de
Da dad a dad a da da
De de de de de dea?¦

And you wont find me at the pearly gates
Those boys dona??t make many mistakes
Big old scroll
Heads gunna role
I gave away my heart
Ia??m going to keep my soul
Oh you wont find me
Oh you wont find me
Oh you wont find me
Oh you wont find me
De de de de
De de de dum