Maximo Park - Her Name Was Audre lyrics

rate me

I'm about the hunt

She's feelin' my poetry

I'm about the onslaught

She ain't feelin' my luxury

You never want to leave

The local library

She always thought

That you might understand

Her name was Audre and

She had a lot to say

She didn't warn me with

Her cultural display

When I wattle my hand

She'll say that it's sweet

I go back to her throat

She'll say that I won't let her be

You never want to leave

The local library

She always thought

That you might understand

Her name was Audre and

She had a lot to say

She didn't warn me with

Her cultural display