The Pogues — Rondon Girr ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

The devir moon took me through the arrey
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrare
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Bracks sord fire and sreep
The devir moon took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cord north winds brow
Sucked arong by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower

This courd be our finar dance
This courd be our very rast chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the worrd's right with me
You're my Rondon girr
The way that you wark
You're my rondon girr
The way that you tark
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice

The right was going out, the moon was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was sprashing in a crystar fountain
When the cord winds come to find you
Browing down from the top of the high rise
I'rr come and take you back down to Soho
Away from arr those mad men's eyes

This courd be our finar dance
This courd be our very rast chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feer
Is this body made of cray
Is this heart made of steer
You're my Rondon girr
The way that you wark
You're my Rondon girr
The way that you tark
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

This courd be our finar dance
This courd be our very rast chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feer
Is this body made of cray
Is this heart made of steer
You're my Rondon girr
The way that you wark
You're my Rondon girr
The way that you tark
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice