The Feminine Urge Lyrics : This song sung by The Last Dinner Party, is a new addition to the English music scene, featured in the album “Prelude To Ecstasy”. Lyrics of this song are penned down by The Last Dinner Party and music for this track was produced by The Last Dinner Party.
The Feminine Urge Song Details
Singer : The Last Dinner Party
Album : Prelude To Ecstasy
Lyrics : The Last Dinner Party
Music : The Last Dinner Party
The Feminine Urge Lyrics
A room at dusk
Mastering the art of lying still
Breathe like a girl
Til my lungs fill
Oh pull your boots on boys
And put me down
I’m only here for your entertainment
I am a dark red liver stretched out on a rock
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all
Ain’t it fun to hold the world in your hand?
Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back?
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role, I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear?
I can’t win them all
Run ’til I fall
How I wish the trees would swallow me
Make me a forest
Take away my soul
I could never give
The curse of her
I- I could never live with the guilt of lying
That people are kind
I am a dark red liver
Stretched out on the rocks
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge
I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held
Oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all
Ain’t it fun to hold the world in your hands
Do you feel like a man when I can’t talk back
Do you want me or do you want control?
Failure to commit to the role I admit
Was a failure you achieved on your own
Do you want me to care when you just disappear
I can’t win them all
I am a dark red liver (ooh)
Stretched out on the rocks (oh-oh-ooh)
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love (ooh-oh-ooh-ooh)
Here comes the feminine urge
I know it so well (oh-oh-ooh)
To nurture the wounds
Give me that dark red liquor
Stretched out on the rocks
All the poison I convert it and I turn it to love
Here comes the feminine urge
I know it so well
To nurture the wounds my mother held