Cooksferry Queen

Richard Thompson

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    Well there's a house in an alley
    In the squats and low-rise
    Of a town with no future
    But that's where my future lies

    It's a secret, but no secret
    It's a rule, but no rule
    Where you find the darkest avenue
    There you'll find the brightest jewel

    Now my name it is Mulvaney
    And I'm known quite famously
    People speak my name in whispers
    What higher praise can there be

    But I'd trade my fine mohair
    For tied-dyes and faded jeans
    If she wanted me some other way
    She's my Cooksferry Queen

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    She gave me one pill to get bigger
    She gave me one pill to get small
    I saw snakes dancing all around her feet
    And dead men coming throught the wall
    Well I'm the prince of this parish
    I've been ruthless and I've been mean
    But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes
    She's my Cooksferry Queen

    Yeaaaaah

    Well she's got every rare perfection
    All her looks beyond compare
    She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind
    Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair

    She could get the lame to walking
    She could get the blind to see
    She could make wine out of Thames river water
    She could make a believer out of me

    Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
    All the wicked things I've been
    She's my bright jewel of the alley
    She's my Cooksferry Queen

    Yes I'd trade it all tomorrow
    All the wicked things I've been
    She's my bright jewel of the alley
    She's my Cooksferry Queen

    Oooooh

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    Composition: Richard Thompson

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