I know what she’s like She’s out of her mind And wraps herself around the truth She’ll jump on that flight and meet you that night And make you tear up the room
Yeah, she loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming) She’s coming for you She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’ll dance in the dark A real work of art Her eyes could burn down the room So get out while you can You don’t understand She doesn’t know how to lose
Yeah, she loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming) She’s coming for you She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’ll run with your mind and pull you in tight Then trade you in for something new I know what it’s like, I fell for it twice And now I’m just warning you
She loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She loves when everybody’s watching She knows the way her body moves She loves the way they all crawl back when she says That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming) She’s coming for you She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming) She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
How do I get through one night without you If I had to live without you What kinda life would that be Oh I, I need you in my arms, need you to hold You’re my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave Well, baby you would take away everything Good in my life And tell me now
How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you? If you ever go How do I ever, ever survive How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
Without you There’d be no sun in my sky There would be no love in my life There’d be no world left for me
And I, well baby, I don’t know what I would do I’d be lost if I lost you
If you ever leave Well, baby you would take away everything Real in my life And tell me now
How do I live without you I want to know How do I breathe without you If you ever go How do I ever, ever survive How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
Please tell me baby how do I go on
If you ever leave Well, baby you would take away everything Need you with me Baby don’t you know that you’re everything Good in my life
And tell me now How do I live without you I want to know How do I breathe without you If you ever go How do I ever, ever survive How do I, how do I, oh how do I live
How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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