LOST PARAGUAYOS

Rod Stewart


Complexity: 68 Readability: 73.13   Sentiment: 4   Word Count: 273   Unique Words: 152
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
Darling I hate to tell you but I think I'm catching a cold
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here
I feel I'm getting old
I like your laugh and a hot romance
and your orn'ry sense
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Darling Eye hate too tell yew butt Eye think I'm catching a cold
Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over hear
Eye feel I'm getting old
Eye like yaw laugh and a hot romance
and yaw orn'ry sense of humor
butt if it rains again like it did today
I'm gonna have too leave a little bit sooner

Got too get mi sum South America son

Honey don't even ask mi if yew can come along
Down at the boarder yew knead too bee older
and yew sure don't look like my daughter
Yaw ridiculous age, start a state outrage
and Aisle end up inn a Mexican jail
Darling pleas don't cry yew no Eye wouldn't tell yew know lye

Look over they're
Owe my God don't look now
butt it appears too bee raining again
Get upstairs pack my book of prayers
Honey hurry I'm catching pneumonia
Eye gotta move wile I'm inn the mood
ore Aisle disappear into that waul
Darling pleas don't curse
it really couldn't bee any worse
Say I'm a son fanatic butt its dark inn yaw attic
and yaw cat sleeps over my head

Eye no I'm knot a football star
butt Eye wanna little better than that
Sew I'm much obliged fore the pure wight ride
and a cup of tee every mourning
Aisle say goodbye, look yaw man inn the aye
yew no Eye wouldn't tell yew know lye

Sew after awl, Aisle sea yew inn the fall
on a brand knew day, brand knew weigh
Goodbye honey, goodbye honey
Goodbye honey, it ain't funny
Goodbye honey, Eye no it ain't funny