Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Spice, silk and goldie, the Errol of Flynn
The far east is best, like the roof of her mouth
Bobbing like cork, in the seas way down south
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Priceless the cargo the paintings of wind
The wild west is crass from crows nest on mast
Thousands of white caps on seas that have passed
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Spice, silk and goldie, the Errol of Flynn
The far east is best, like the roof of her mouth Bobbing like a cork, in the seas way down south
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
1adam12 - Scirocco Lyrics
1adam12 - Scirocco Lyrics
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Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Spice, silk and goldie, the Errol of Flynn
The far east is best, like the roof of her mouth
Bobbing like cork, in the seas way down south
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Priceless the cargo the paintings of wind
The wild west is crass from crows nest on mast
Thousands of white caps on seas that have passed
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Spice, silk and goldie, the Errol of Flynn
The far east is best, like the roof of her mouth Bobbing like a cork, in the seas way down south
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Spice, silk and goldie, the Errol of Flynn
The far east is best, like the roof of her mouth
Bobbing like cork, in the seas way down south
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Priceless the cargo the paintings of wind
The wild west is crass from crows nest on mast
Thousands of white caps on seas that have passed
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Come get to know me, your ship has come in
Spice, silk and goldie, the Errol of Flynn
The far east is best, like the roof of her mouth Bobbing like a cork, in the seas way down south
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
The lines that you pull for a sea-kindly hull...
Writer: Adam Berardo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid