Sharkhead Songtext
von Meryn Cadell

I got heartache in my ribs just as big as
The over-inflated head on your shoulders
So dramatic, baby
So glad we came to dinner together to watch you throw fits and food
Bartenders are whispering, "Who does
He think he is? Just who the hell?"
I tell them with my sensible eyes that this is just a bad day for you
See what I do for you
And I sweetly hold your hands as your hands hold up your head


I find it hard to express the kind of joy I feel when we′re together
So where's the correlation to the
Boy who wrapped my feet this morning?
Who′s the one who holds me in the wall and cries
And I know, sweetie, it is you, okay?
Please keep your voice down, okay? I know I love you
I love you with all these aching ribs, Chummy

My friends said I would never be happy with you
You said that history would prove them wrong
You said that I want to be in your biography or not
You said, "Swing with me or die a waitress"
And boy, do we swing

Oh, my sweet shark head blasto pal
How I have learned to love the way you drool like that
When your head finally slumps to one side
Now can I call the taxi?