Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Martha Wainwright, Got your hand up all in my shirt And you know
By Martha Wainwright, Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore And
By Martha Wainwright, Summer comes and rain falls away But the very next day
By Martha Wainwright, These are not my people, I should never have come
By Martha Wainwright, Far away, in some lovely way I hear your call Whatever
By Martha Wainwright, Catch a feel or cop a ride I won't be late,
By Martha Wainwright, My brother, my sister, my lover, my maker Did someone here
By Martha Wainwright, These flowers are coming up wild They're coming up, they're coming
By Martha Wainwright, This, this life Is boring This, this life Right now is snoring That's all
By Martha Wainwright, I'm not such a good lover I'm a better talker So when
By Martha Wainwright, Home no more home to me, whither must I wander? Hunger
By Martha Wainwright, Left the pain before the dawn She never thought it would