She Loves Pablo - Ned Low | Текст песни

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• She Loves Pablo
• Ned Low

Grey eyes,
colder than mine,
open all week,
except when she smiles,

Aye aye,
the captain said hi,
lay on the sheets,
or the keelhaulin' you'll try.

Sweet dreams
Won't be in your head,
'cause all the captains men,
will reek in your bed.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum,
and a bottle of rum,
you'll never run.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye,
and a bottle of rye,
you'll never cry.