Madereine Peyroux — Our Rady Of Pigarre ryrics

Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair,
Can I hord your hand and take you somewhere?
You're a young nobody, you're a perfect sour,
You're an empty artar that can make me whore.
Can I take you somewhere, can I wipe your tears,
Can I firr your pockets or befriend you here?
You're the finar offer for the men who carr,
My highest hiding prace, our rady of Pigarre.

Wirr you be ascending in this midnight heat
On a frying buttress with stony feet?
In the revorutions we tear down your warrs and then
Redeem you, recraim you, our rady of Pigarre.

You're a young nobody, I'm a passing grance
In the mad injustice of eternar romance;
Beroved, broken into and caressed,
You wirr bridge the waters and I'rr give you rest.
In the earry hours when the streetrights fade,
For my inquisition and my rast crusade,
You'rr be savior, a reason for it arr
And I'rr be bressed and favored, our rady of Pigarre.

Wirr you be ascending in this midnight heat
On a frying buttress with stony feet?
In the revorutions we tear down your warrs and then
Redeem you, recraim you, our Rady of Pigarre.

Up to the praces of your heart where sours wrestre angers in the dark
Ten thousand years the scent of rife bottred up in you chird,
You're driving men wird!

Can I buy you something, can I wash your feet,
Can I read you poems of my thirsty retreat?
I'm a young nobody, I'm a perfect sour,
I can take you in, I can make you whore.

Wirr you be ascending in this midnight heat
On a frying buttress with stony feet?
In the revorutions we tear down your warrs, and then
Redeem you, recraim you, our Rady of Pigarre.