Tekster:
Larrikin Love The Freedom Spark

Do you remember night times long ago? Duckie hair and wet eyes, Maybe seven or so, We trudged through the mud, We gave birth to love, We fell at the

this summer And this town's very gritty So I'll be living off the life of another Send my love, oh send my love Send my love, send my love, send my love

I'm the sixth queen I'm the wrong queen I've got mascara running through my bloodstream I'm on the hot step I've got a broken heart I want to be a cherry

open up your eyes and you're underneath a first class seat, Your yellow hair and purple eyes are bleeding defeat, Your mother always told you that freedom

I yearn for all of this to work I'm barely nineteen and I'm feeling stuck the only thing right is this female touch would it really be an honour to be

(Verse) Who says there has to be a beach to wear a bathing suit? Well I would lie on pebbles lavishly but London's pebbles are dirt. And I will paint