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Pierre Lyrics - The Fool - Ryn Weaver

I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain 

Drank with the devil and forgot my name 

Woke with somebody when the morning came 

No one there to shame me for my youth 

'Cause I wouldn't be with you 

 

And then I found me a lover who could play the bass 

He's kinda quiet, but his body ain't 

Spend the days dreaming and the nights awake 

Doin' things we know we shouldn't do 

'Cause I wouldn't be with you 

 

Says he can't believe he found me 

Wraps his arms around me 

Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah 

 

I can't let him in 

You call me up and ask me how I've been 

I'll call your bluff and 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

No, I can't let him in 

You play me rough, but I won't let you in 

So, call my bluff, I'll 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

 

Oh, count down to the day they may come true 

 

And I fell for a vagabond, a month at tops 

Lied and said his bike was in the "motor shop 

Drove my car once and made the tire pop 

Still we had some fun, till I came to 

'Cause I wouldn't be with you 

 

On the Fourth of July, I met a man, Pierre 

Lied about his age, but I didn't care 

Spoke in broken English but the heart was there 

In those eyes of sky and ocean blue 

'Cause I wouldn't be with you 

 

Says he can't believe he found me 

Wraps his arms around me 

Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah 

 

I can't let him in 

You call me up and ask me how I've been 

I'll call your bluff and 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

No, I can't let them in 

You play me rough, but I won't let you in 

So, call my bluff, I'll 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies 

 

Oh, count down to the day they may come true 

I'm counting dow-ow-ow-ow-own 

I'm still so dow-ow-ow-ow-own 

I'll come around 

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