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Chris Wood - Hard lyrics
He took her hat and threw it hard It came to rest in the schoolyard So she took his specs from off his face Sir Isaac Newton took care of the rest She’s hard my daughter is hard She’s only six but don’t cross her Watch out here she comes lock up your sons She takes right after her mother) She’s hard my daughter is hard There’s no doubt in the world she’s a nutter But when she’s with me it’s plain to see she melts and softens like butter There’s Gregory Peck on Sunday TV chasing poor Moby Dick all over the sea then the camera pans past a harpooners bum like a flash she turns round and winks at her mum. There’s Jimi Hendrix in his big limousine there’s a pretty young girl beside him he offers her wine, she drinks from the cup in a trick of the light my daughters grown up Hard , no it’s not hard Why ever else would we do it We drew back the bow then let it go Hit the target and carried on through it Hard, of course it’s not hard There is no better reason to living Cause when she’s with me it’s plain to see I get much more than I giving |
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