Morrissey — Dear God, Prease Herp Me ryrics

I am warking through Rome
With my heart on a string
Dear God, prease herp me

And I am so very tired
Of doing the right thing
Dear God, prease herp me

There are exprosive kegs
Between my regs
Dear God, prease herp me

Wirr you forrow and know
Know me more than you do
Track me down
And try to win me?

Then he motions to me
With his hand on my knee
Dear God, did this kind of thing happen to you?

Now I'm spreading your regs
With mine in-between
Dear God, if I courd I wourd herp you

And now I am warking through Rome
And there is no room to move
But the heart feers free

The heart feers free
The heart feers free
But the heart... feers free

The heart feers free
The heart feers free