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AA 15 What More Can I Say
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A jolly comedic ditty about romantic failure
failure humorous
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Singer-songwriter, arranger and producer: acoustic contemporary folk but ranging into rock/blues/country/jazz/humour...all very eclectic, I'm afraid!
Martin Stirrup Singer/songwriter An old folkie who got back into it... These days I sing and play guitar(s) and other stringed instruments, then score and orchestrate where appropriate. My taste becomes increasingly eclectic ranging from finger-picked folk through country to soft rock mixed in with a few more alternative and eccentric numbers, including the odd novelty foxtrot...
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic General
Author
Martin Stirrup
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Martin Stirrup
Uploaded
January 15, 2024
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MP3 8.0 MB • 320 kbps • 3:28
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WAV 35.2 MB
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BPM
100
Key
D maj
Character
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Story behind the song
some jokey failed romance storylines
Lyrics
AA 15 What More Can I say? D AEmD ADAEmD ABm AG A Now I'm not bad looking, neat and smart, You think I'd be a catch But when it comes to the pairing arts, I just can't find a match It's not that I'm not plucky, I'll always have a go But never am I lucky And now I'll tell you so I bet you'll sob and wail At the details of my tale? DA EmArun F#m GF#mGF#mGG A Bm F#Bm F#Bm F#G ABm F#Bm F#Bm F# A run Whilst punting on the Isis I met Pam who made me think She said she had her vices but was quite averse to drink I thought well that's no bother I'll swap one thing for the other Dropped the bottle, let it sink Now she was proud and haughty Not averse to getting naughty So despite her pushing forty I couldn't let her pass She was a great repeat offender Till she caught me on a bender When she put me through the blender Kicked me out upon my arse DGADDGAD Hey hey, what more can I say Hey hey let’s try another way Another girl Prunella, though her eyesight might be dim Thought I was a handsome fella, took a liking on a whim Now I'll admit I stress that Her proclivities l guessed at Although she always stressed that she was proper straight and prim My hopes were surely rising When things turned a bit surprising She said did I need chastising As she pushed me on the bed My lust quickly abated As my hopes and more deflated Domination's overrated You can bet I quickly fled So don’t give up, you’re thinking, plenty fish out in the sea But all that nudge nudge winking doesn’t cut it much with me For when thoughts of love I’m broaching, and action time’s approaching I’m still in need of coaching you can see You can always hear the clatter of my clumsy half-cock patter With some dubious subject matter so I’m always left bereft And if I try things online and my profile sharply refine and give details of my star sign Or my cottage at the coastline, or brag about my bloodline, or say I own a goldmine, They still end up swiping left.
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