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, oh
 I'm all done talking to you
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 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
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 I'm all done talking to you, oh
 And I don't wanna be true, no
 I'm done with talking to you