E todo o principe, que vive na grécia, And every prince, vai rasgar-se em pedaços para essa beleza, Who lives in greece, nascida de um cisne, Will tear themselves to pieces for this beauty. Jesus não demore, deixe o corpo suado dela sobre o meu no verão. e foi ela quem escreveu "Pornografia é ódio de mulher" no meu casaco? Cristo, eu preciso desse casaco, não deve ser frio assim no verão.
quando ela mente comigo, ela fingirá que sou bonito, esquecerá que sou feio? Born of a swan. Eu tenho vivido uma mentira, eu roubei uma bela noiva durante o verão. Jesus don't be long. Let her body sweat above mine in the summertime.
por que, ela deve me provocar assim, ela ainda tem seu enviado, ela ainda usa a roupa And was it she who wrote, dos pretendentes 'Porn is woman hatred' on my overcoat? oh eu tenho vivido uma mentira, eu roubei uma bela noiva durante o verão. Christ I need that coat.
E quando o cisne cruza com o ganso, eles conceberam uma santa beleza e eles a deixaram 'Cause it's cold outside. solta It really shouldn't be this cold in summertime. E ela causou uma guerra, por longos dez anos, Por ter fugido comigo ela causou lágrimas em seu marido E esses grandes navios então diretamente na minha frente e eu nem ao menos a beijei corretamente.
When she lies with me, Will she forget I'm ugly? Will she pretend I'm pretty?
Oh, I've lived a lie. I stole a pretty bride. During the summertime.
Why must she taunt me so? She still has his scent, She still wears the suitor's clothes.
I've lived a lie. I stole a pretty bride. During the summertime.
And when the swan, Coupled with the goose, They conceived a holy beauty and they let her loose.
And she 'caused a war, For ten long years. By running off with me she 'caused her husband tears.
And those big clipper ships, They're heading straight for me. And I just want to kiss her properly.
All those big clipper ships, They're heading straight for me. And I haven't even kissed her properly.
When she lies with me, Will she forget I'm ugly? Will she pretend I'm pretty?
Oh, I've lived a lie. I stole a pretty bride. During the summertime.
Why must she taunt me so? She still has his scent, She still wears the suitor's clothes.
I've lived a lie. I stole a pretty bride. During the summertime.
And when I stepped in her room, With silver sword in hand, She stood there semi-naked, The sword fell from my hand.
She let the silk slip. Gently fall from her hips. And christ I want to kiss her, Because heaven lies within her lips.
Oh when she lies with me, Will she forget I'm ugly? Will she pretend I'm pretty?
Oh, I've lived a lie. I stole a pretty bride. During the summertime.
Why must she taunt me so? She still has his scent, She still wears the bastard's clothes.
I've lived a lie. I stole a pretty bride. During the summertime.
A pretty bride. During the summertime.