Dror Kessler - Boredom Is Indeed A Chore

So holy, so lonely
From her bosom down to her feet
Comes summer's harvest, in the fields
She's let it all rip

So tall, to fall
Bronze lips, melted cheeks
Kisses fierce as sea pirates
Eyes sharp as ice picks

Oh, boredom is indeed a chore
Always wanting more and more
Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight
Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight

Out of tune guitar
She'll never be a star
Harmonizing, more like colliding
With the engine of my car

Not a single word I get
She must be in a trance
Dare I put one finger in
I'm sure she'll do the rest

Oh, boredom is indeed a chore
Always wanting more and more
Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight
Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight

There's no telling what's in store
Once you open up the door
There are morals left to fight
Once you turn on the light

'Cause, boredom is indeed a chore
Always wanting more and more
Pour me some whiskey, to soothe out my plight
Dreams come play catch-up, in my head, tonight

Written by:
Dror Kessler

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