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Barenaked Ladies Miscellaneous Stomache VS Heart in through my veins, without brains, I involuntarily take what I need, then I bleed and it comes right back to me. But guts only eat and sometimes they repeat on you. Keeping you on your toes or crouched above the loo. That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart. That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart. Blood turns from blue into red 'cause of oxygen that it's fed and I turn back to blue, 'cause I'm losing you, but tummy just growls not real words, mostly vowels and I always forget sometimes Y Gratification can cause constipation if organs are left to die. That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart. That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart. I gained all this weight out of love, not hate I've got so much love to give (give me a break!) I'd love to sleep in late, but that dessert looks great. Was it something I said or was it some I ate? Heart beats in sync, beat in time, beat in bodies likes hers and mine, But I fed only one, and look what it's done; I've run out of blood and I'm chewing my cud and my gastrointestinal festival's best of all The cardiovascular questions they ask you are Less than the answers they give you like cancer and That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart. That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart. Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed. Mother Nature & Mother Earth Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth Chorus: I'm the farmer. I work in the fields all day. Don't mean to alarm her, But I know it was meant to be this way. You cried a tear, I wiped it dry I put you up upon a pedestal so high if you should waiver, if you should sway I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away. You signed your picture with an O and X I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques. Chorus All of this corn I grow I grow it all for you I took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for you You could have written back, You could have said "Thank you" I guess you've got better things, better things to do. You say you love me, is that the truth? Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof. I know your address, I ring the bell I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells. I'm the farmer I work in the fields all day Never wanted to harm her |
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