richard thompson
cooksferry queen
Well, there's a house in an alley In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies  It's a secret, but no secret It's a rule, but no rule Where you find the darkest avenue There you'll find the brightest jewel  Now my name, it is Mulvaney And I'm known quite famously People speak my name in whispers What higher praise can there be  But I'd trade my fine mohair For tied-dyes and faded jeans If she wanted me some other way She's my Cooksferry Queen  She gave me one pill to get bigger She gave me one pill to get small I saw snakes dancing all around her feet And dead men coming through the wall  Well, I'm the prince of this parish I've been ruthless and I've been mean But she blew my mind as she opened my eyes She's my Cooksferry Queen, yeah  Well, she's got every rare perfection All her looks beyond compare She's got dresses that seem to float in the wind Pre-raphaelite curls in her hair  She could get the lame to walking She could get the blind to see She could make wine out of Thames river water She could make a believer out of me  Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen  Yes, I'd trade it all tomorrow All the wicked things I've been She's my bright jewel of the alley She's my Cooksferry Queen