Songtext Singapore sadie Richard Thompson

Singapore sadie

Singapore Sadie, three times the lady
Of anyone that you can name
That's why the tongues wag in the gob
Of each hag deficient in beauty or brain
She doesn't even know lies and excuses
Circles the wagons with whoever she chooses

Her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Burning and blinding and true

Oh Singapore Sadie, she leaves them all standing
The envious howl and they sigh
The talismans hang from her wrists and her ankles
To ward of the mischievous eye
Now some girls just lay it all there on the table
She keeps you guessing like Monroe or Grable

'Cause her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Burning and blinding and true

Oh Singapore Sadie, she channels the dead
Like they're standing right there in the room
She can be forgiving, at times to the living
So please no mummy in that crew
She don't dignify one-eyed jigs or beginners
She don't hang around with no rock and no swimmers

'Cause her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Her love is a mystical thing
I swear I hear choirs celestial sing
Her love doesn't come every day
It comes like a bolt from the blue
Burning and blinding and true
Burning and blinding and true
Burning and blinding... and true