Swedish Magazines - Girl from the Tote

Sitting at the Tote
Drinking cheap draught
Sailing in my boat
Trying to have a laugh
She was there where I could see
Drinking on her own
Now she's sitting next to me
And I'm trying to take her home
Girl from the Tote
She told me I was too young
I told her that was fine
Considering she was dumb
And I have a superior mind
I offered her some Vodka
She told me to get stuffed
I nothing else to offer
The odds are always tough
Girl from the Tote
She told me I was moronic
I said, well, that's a fact
When I tried to change the subject
She told me I was fat
She told me I was two-faced
I said that's hardly fair
She guessed I was diminutive
I said I just got long pubic hair!
Tried to lure her home
Vodka was on offer
When she wouldn't come
I said, what don't you like Vodka?
What am I to do?
Can't say I'm not trying
But I haven't got a clue
And I can't abide no line
So I'm sinking like a stone
All hope is fading fast
She's ever coming home
I never should have asked
Girl from the Tote

(lyric Van Walker, music Van Walker & Anton Ruddick)

Written by:
DONOVAN WALKER, MARC RUDDICK

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