Karaoké Ireland La revanche d'une blonde

Elle, do you know the number one reason behind all bad hair decisions?

Love

You're lost without your love your 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 relaxing?

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 whales

When my telephone gets disconnected or I spend every night alone

I pretend like I'm in Ireland where the Irish bagpipes drone

Smell the grass as a rainstorm is ending people smile while I stroll past their farms

With a redheaded sailor named Brendan and we dance without moving our arms

In a bar once I met this guy Dewey and he bought me, like fourteen beers

And 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 boozy delusional fog

But he dumped me for some slut named Kayla took my trailer 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