
I’ll Be That Girl ”Demo Track” Barenaked Ladies
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If I were you, and I wish that I were you
All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes
Tie my panty-hose around my neck
I'll be that girl, and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
I feel like I'm six feet underground
Turned on by the sound
Of silent screams
For help that never comes
That еven a eunuch can't resist
Thе magic of a kiss from such as you
I'll be that girl, and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
It's time to kick off your shoes
Learn how to choose sadness
It's time to shake off those chains
Addle our brains with madness
We've got plenty of time
To grow old and die
But when at last your beauty's faded
You'll be glad that I have waited for you
All the things I'd do to make myself turn blue
I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes
Tie my panty-hose around my neck
I'll be that girl, and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
I feel like I'm six feet underground
Turned on by the sound
Of silent screams
For help that never comes
That еven a eunuch can't resist
Thе magic of a kiss from such as you
I'll be that girl, and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
And if I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
There'd be no tomorrow
It's time to kick off your shoes
Learn how to choose sadness
It's time to shake off those chains
Addle our brains with madness
We've got plenty of time
To grow old and die
But when at last your beauty's faded
You'll be glad that I have waited for you
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