St. Nazaire

Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire

I drank a bottle and a **** me prayer

I washed out with the greasy tide

I went down on the Selkie bride

Her daddy's dead and her eyes are black

Smells like spliff and Armagnac

She lost her coat, but I like her style

She lost her head, but I like her smile

I'm all done talking to you, oh

And I don't wanna be true, no

I'm all done talking to you

I drank a bottle and a **** me prayer

Down at the rocks at St. Nazaire

Her daddy's dead and her eyes are black

I washed out, never going back

I'm all done talking to you, oh

And I don't wanna be true, no

I'm done with talking to you

I'm all done talking to you, oh

And I don't wanna be true, no

I'm done with talking to you