Final Fantasy
furniture
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Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, you'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain
My father had a dozen wives
And a child by every one
I am from about, umm, number five
So don't expect me to stay with anyone
Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, you'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain
My mother never takes a break
From her pining after furniture
Every moment on her feet is torture
And I share her love of wine and cake
And taking advantage of amateurs
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Heartland
- Spectrum, 14th Century
- Plays To Please
- Miscellaneous
- Compilation
- He Poos Clouds
- Has a Good Home
- Young Canadian Mothers
- FM4 Soundselection: 13
- Many Lives → 49 MP
- Spex CD #63
- 2006-01-11: Over the Top, Toronto, ON, Canada
- 2006-09-29: Berlin, Germany
- Uncut: Wake Up!
- Esopus, Volume 8: Spam
- Musikexpress 0210
- Puppy Love: 10 Years of Tomlab
- XVI Reflections on Classical Music
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 78