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Artiste : The Last Dinner Party
Titre : The Feminine Urge
A room at dusk
Mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl
´Til my lungs fill

Oh, pull your boots up, boys
And push me down
I´m only here
For your entertainment

I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held

Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain´t it fun to hold the world in your hands?
Do you feel like a man when I can´t talk back?
Do you want me, or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?

I can´t win them all (I can´t win them all)

Run ´til I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give the curse to her
I, I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind

I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held

Oh ballerina, bend under the weight of it all
Ain´t it fun to hold the world in your hands?

Do you feel like a man when I can´t talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can´t win them all (I can´t win them all)

I am a dark red liver (Ooh) stretched out on the rocks (Oh-oh-ooh)
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love (Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh)
Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well (Oh-oh-ooh)
To nurture the wounds my mother held

Give me that dark red liquor stretched out on the rocks
All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love

Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held