Lyrics

Bored, yet busy with my hands Cargill, you'll have me round the bend Cargill, you're pulling all the strands Of my heartstrings entangled in your net My love's turned, thrown away the quayside Yours, a sister on each arm Strong of shoulder, weak at the knees Cargill, I'm the finest catch that you'll land Cargill, do not presume to understand The dread of counting home the fleet The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back Your catch is fallen at your feet Cargill, do not presume to understand The dread of sounding the alarm The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back Cargill, I'm the finest luck that you'll chart Cargill, do not presume to understand The dread of counting home the fleet The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back Cargill, I'm the finest catch that you'll land Cargill, I'm the finest luck that you'll chart Cargill, I'm the finest catch that you'll land
Writer(s): Kenny Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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