Fitzsimon and Brogan - Flowers At Her Door
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Oh, you callous little trick
You don’t know why
You feel so sad
The chain of hearts upon your wrist
And being kissed
Wasn’t your only payment
I can’t believe it – I’ve heard that story many times before
How marching rows of soldiers threw flowers at her door
Yeah, right at her door
Though the words are hard to say
You’ll find a way
I know it
So button up your uniform
When they shoot you at dawn
She won’t hear you screaming
I can’t believe it – and I’ve heard that story many times before
How marching rows of soldiers threw flowers at her door
And I can’t believe it - I’ve heard that story many times before
How marching rows of soldiers they threw flowers at her door
I still can’t believe it – I’ve heard that story many times before
How marching rows of soldiers – they threw flowers at her door
They threw flowers at her door
They threw flowers at her door