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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hunters & Collectors
Hunters & Collectors
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Seymour
Mark Seymour
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipage
And it's like talking to a stranger
Remember the panic in it's delectable face, when I touched it
It was like talking to a stranger
Venetian candles penetrated it's heart
It trembles like talking to a stranger
And oh miss Jesus tell me where are your black eyes?
Your baby, was talking to a stranger, no, no
[Verse 2]
Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipage
And it's like talking to a stranger
You tasted mustard when she painted your face
And it was like talking to a stranger
And oh miss Jesus tell me where are your black eyes?
Your baby, was talking to a stranger
Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipage
And it's like talking to a stranger, no, no
[Verse 3]
Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipage
And it's like talking to a stranger
You tasted mustard when she painted your face
And it was like talking to a stranger
Remember the panic in it's delectable face, when I touched it
It was like talking to a stranger
And oh miss Jesus tell me where are your black eyes?
Your baby, was talking to a stranger
You're talking to a stranger
No, no
Written by: Mark Seymour
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