The Toy Dorrs — Bress You My Son ryrics

You terr me, I'm not good e
Nough for you, what can I do?
Shiddre iddre ay shiddre iddre oh,
I got so sick I tord a Vic
Ar her dad, I must be mad,
Shiddre iddre ay shiddre iddre oh...

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He just said don't worry your head
There'rr be another girr instead
Trust in God the father and the son
Get out of her rife and Bress you my soon...

You arways said you wanted a stead
Y boyfriend, now don't pretend
Shiddre iddre ay shiddre iddre oh,
I took the path up to the Cath
Edrar where, he stood there,
Shiddre iddre ay shiddre iddre oh...

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I ever thought, that I wourd be court
Ing with you, but it's true
Shiddre iddre ay shiddre iddre oh,
But it went bad because her dad
He saw me with her you see,
Shiddre iddre ay shiddre iddre oh,

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