Elle, do you know the number one reason
behind all bad hair decisions?
Love
You're lost without your love,
you're heart is on the floor,
I can help you
I've been there before
When I need to relax
I just put on some tracks
from this CD I bought for the store
Isn't that relaxin'? It's called CELTIC MOODS!
When I'm lonely or feeling dejected
I play this and it never fails
I pretend like I'm in Ireland,
with Enya and the whale
When my telephone gets diconnected,
or I spend every night alone
I pretend like I'm in Ireland
where the Irish bagpipes drone
Smell the grass as a rainstorm has ended
people smile as I stroll pass their farms
With a red-headed sailor named Brenden
and we dance without moving our arms
In bar once I met this guy Dewey
and he bought me like, fourteen beers.
then he told me that he was from Ireland,
so I lived with him ten years
If I squinted he looked like my sailor
through my boozey delusional fog
But he dumped me for some sl*t named Kayla
took my trailor and took my dog.
In Ireland they know how to love you
you embrace in the misty Irish breeze
And if your Irish boy tires of you,
you're allowed to shoot him in the knees.
Hey! You look like that poster for Ireland,
long blonde hair and that sweet sunny face
Oh no wait, that's the poster for Sweden,
Oh screw it I'll never see either place
But a girl sweet as you has a future,
you have hope as each new day dawns
Girls like you always get to see Ireland,
give my love to the leprechauns.
Elle, do you know the number one reason
behind all bad hair decisions?
Love
You're lost without your love,
you're heart is on the floor,
I can help you
I've been there before
When I need to relax
I just put on some tracks
from this CD I bought for the store
Isn't that relaxin'? It's called CELTIC MOODS!
When I'm lonely or feeling dejected
I play this and it never fails
I pretend like I'm in Ireland,
with Enya and the whale
When my telephone gets diconnected,
or I spend every night alone
I pretend like I'm in Ireland
where the Irish bagpipes drone
Smell the grass as a rainstorm has ended
people smile as I stroll pass their farms
With a red-headed sailor named Brenden
and we dance without moving our arms
In bar once I met this guy Dewey
and he bought me like, fourteen beers.
then he told me that he was from Ireland,
so I lived with him ten years
If I squinted he looked like my sailor
through my boozey delusional fog
But he dumped me for some sl*t named Kayla
took my trailor and took my dog.
In Ireland they know how to love you
you embrace in the misty Irish breeze
And if your Irish boy tires of you,
you're allowed to shoot him in the knees.
Hey! You look like that poster for Ireland,
long blonde hair and that sweet sunny face
Oh no wait, that's the poster for Sweden,
Oh screw it I'll never see either place
But a girl sweet as you has a future,
you have hope as each new day dawns
Girls like you always get to see Ireland,
give my love to the leprechauns.