Bellafatima
PLAINS"Bellafatima" is a song by PLAINS, released in 2022 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:31 long and contains 35 lines and 232 words.
Lyrics
0:05Her face read like Anna Karenina
0:11She was strong as that old gypsum weed
0:17And oh she could dance like a blind beggars hand
0:22Just waiting for someone to see
0:28She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont
0:34Carried on like the old Suwannee
0:40And she came along like a ravenous song
0:45So hungry for someone to sing
0:51The days turned like cowards
0:54So swiftly to the hour of need
1:03And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache
1:08Will leave
1:14Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
1:19Born with no name
1:26Her eyes they were set like a cannon
1:32And boy they'd blow you away
1:37And she'd cross your mind
1:39like a cheap box of wine
1:43Where each sip is like a track switch and train
1:49She swore like a dry county welder
1:55She's pry on the side seldom seen
2:00And she could make love like Augusta Road
2:06And just buckle like the bends in a creek
2:12The days turned like cowards
2:14So swiftly to the hour of need
2:24And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache
2:29Will leave
2:34Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
2:39Born with no name
3:04The days turned like cowards
3:06So swiftly to the hour of need
3:15And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache
3:21Will leave
3:26Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
3:31Born with no name
Her face read like Anna Karenina She was strong as that old gypsum weed And oh she could dance like a blind beggars hand Just waiting for someone to see She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont Carried on like the old Suwannee And she came along like a ravenous song So hungry for someone to sing The days turned like cowards So swiftly to the hour of need And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache Will leave Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy Born with no name Her eyes they were set like a cannon And boy they'd blow you away And she'd cross your mind like a cheap box of wine Where each sip is like a track switch and train She swore like a dry county welder She's pry on the side seldom seen And she could make love like Augusta Road And just buckle like the bends in a creek The days turned like cowards So swiftly to the hour of need And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache Will leave Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy Born with no name The days turned like cowards So swiftly to the hour of need And I'll be a martyr to whatever your heartache Will leave Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy Born with no name
Translation
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