The Smiths
Sweetness
Sweetness, I was only joking when I said: I’d like to
Smash every tooth in your head
Oh, sweetness
Sweetness, I was only joking when I said: By rights, you
Should be bludgeoned in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose and her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da-da
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race (oh)
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da-da
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da-da
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race (oh)
Bigmouth, oh-ho-ho, ha-ha
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race (oh)
Bigmouth, oh-ho-ho, ha ha
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race (oh)
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da-da
Bigmouth, la-da-da-da
Bigmouth strikes again
And I’ve got no right to take my place with the human race (oh)
