My Wife Is Unhappy
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โฑ๏ธ 4:21 duration
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๐ Lyrics
He'd found her on the floor
They'd had to sell the sofa
The children had departed
But beer won't buy itself
He'd kissed her on the cheek
And placed her palms together
If furniture is sadness
Then he would celebrate her
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one ever answered
And pressed against the mouthpiece
He practiced sounding hoarse
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one thought to tell him
The plant had relocated
And moved to Solihull
He passed her on the stairs
The second time that evening
She'd died at dinner parties
But never literally
Instead of common sense
Her parents gave her whiskey
And that is why she loves them
And that is why he loves her
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one ever answered
And pressed against the mouthpiece
He practiced sounding hoarse
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one thought to tell him
The plant had relocated
And moved to Solihull
He was the final final final final final final
Thought in a mind unused to joy
Steadied himself in the highest wind
With the ass of a former athlete
Swept back Joe Pesci's hair
Joe Pesci's hair
Who is Joe Pesci?
I think I know his face from films about Italian thugs
But did he crawl among us as a saint?
Did he crawl among us as a saint?
They'd had to sell the sofa
The children had departed
But beer won't buy itself
He'd kissed her on the cheek
And placed her palms together
If furniture is sadness
Then he would celebrate her
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one ever answered
And pressed against the mouthpiece
He practiced sounding hoarse
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one thought to tell him
The plant had relocated
And moved to Solihull
He passed her on the stairs
The second time that evening
She'd died at dinner parties
But never literally
Instead of common sense
Her parents gave her whiskey
And that is why she loves them
And that is why he loves her
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one ever answered
And pressed against the mouthpiece
He practiced sounding hoarse
He'd phoned in sick for years
But no one thought to tell him
The plant had relocated
And moved to Solihull
He was the final final final final final final
Thought in a mind unused to joy
Steadied himself in the highest wind
With the ass of a former athlete
Swept back Joe Pesci's hair
Joe Pesci's hair
Who is Joe Pesci?
I think I know his face from films about Italian thugs
But did he crawl among us as a saint?
Did he crawl among us as a saint?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.29] He'd found her on the floor
[00:25.31] They'd had to sell the sofa
[00:28.30] The children had departed
[00:31.32] But beer won't buy itself
[00:33.39] He'd kissed her on the cheek
[00:36.37] And placed her palms together
[00:39.42] If furniture is sadness
[00:42.33] Then he would celebrate her
[00:45.45] He'd phoned in sick for years
[00:47.40] But no one ever answered
[00:50.51] And pressed against the mouthpiece
[00:53.54] He practiced sounding hoarse
[00:56.50] He'd phoned in sick for years
[00:59.54] But no one thought to tell him
[01:01.52] The plant had relocated
[01:04.57] And moved to Solihull
[01:41.71] He passed her on the stairs
[01:44.73] The second time that evening
[01:47.72] She'd died at dinner parties
[01:50.83] But never literally
[01:52.81] Instead of common sense
[01:55.84] Her parents gave her whiskey
[01:58.88] And that is why she loves them
[02:01.80] And that is why he loves her
[02:04.98] He'd phoned in sick for years
[02:07.98] But no one ever answered
[02:10.95] And pressed against the mouthpiece
[02:12.94] He practiced sounding hoarse
[02:15.99] He'd phoned in sick for years
[02:18.94] But no one thought to tell him
[02:21.92] The plant had relocated
[02:25.00] And moved to Solihull
[03:13.25] He was the final final final final final final
[03:17.22] Thought in a mind unused to joy
[03:20.22] Steadied himself in the highest wind
[03:23.24] With the ass of a former athlete
[03:25.28] Swept back Joe Pesci's hair
[03:27.34] Joe Pesci's hair
[03:29.38] Who is Joe Pesci?
[03:32.34] I think I know his face from films about Italian thugs
[03:39.34] But did he crawl among us as a saint?
[03:47.39] Did he crawl among us as a saint?
[03:53.49]
[00:25.31] They'd had to sell the sofa
[00:28.30] The children had departed
[00:31.32] But beer won't buy itself
[00:33.39] He'd kissed her on the cheek
[00:36.37] And placed her palms together
[00:39.42] If furniture is sadness
[00:42.33] Then he would celebrate her
[00:45.45] He'd phoned in sick for years
[00:47.40] But no one ever answered
[00:50.51] And pressed against the mouthpiece
[00:53.54] He practiced sounding hoarse
[00:56.50] He'd phoned in sick for years
[00:59.54] But no one thought to tell him
[01:01.52] The plant had relocated
[01:04.57] And moved to Solihull
[01:41.71] He passed her on the stairs
[01:44.73] The second time that evening
[01:47.72] She'd died at dinner parties
[01:50.83] But never literally
[01:52.81] Instead of common sense
[01:55.84] Her parents gave her whiskey
[01:58.88] And that is why she loves them
[02:01.80] And that is why he loves her
[02:04.98] He'd phoned in sick for years
[02:07.98] But no one ever answered
[02:10.95] And pressed against the mouthpiece
[02:12.94] He practiced sounding hoarse
[02:15.99] He'd phoned in sick for years
[02:18.94] But no one thought to tell him
[02:21.92] The plant had relocated
[02:25.00] And moved to Solihull
[03:13.25] He was the final final final final final final
[03:17.22] Thought in a mind unused to joy
[03:20.22] Steadied himself in the highest wind
[03:23.24] With the ass of a former athlete
[03:25.28] Swept back Joe Pesci's hair
[03:27.34] Joe Pesci's hair
[03:29.38] Who is Joe Pesci?
[03:32.34] I think I know his face from films about Italian thugs
[03:39.34] But did he crawl among us as a saint?
[03:47.39] Did he crawl among us as a saint?
[03:53.49]