The Wild Rose of Boise Songtext
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She was the first in a long line of cursed
Sisters of Italian daughters
She lived unrehearsed
And she drove her own hearse
Into the cold snake river waters
Oh let's do see her dance to the hills
Like a ghost
And she's still bending the wills
Of the men she adores
Sisters of Italian daughters
She lived unrehearsed
And she drove her own hearse
Into the cold snake river waters
Oh let's do see her dance to the hills
Like a ghost
And she's still bending the wills
Of the men she adores
She blows saccharin bows
When she blows her nose
But man it can be so noisy
She was the wild, wild rose
Of Boise
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
She grew up alone
Just outside my own home
She scrapped just to make a few bucks
Her hair nicely combed
And her mouth starts to foam
She was the queen of the Neurolux
She said she won't go
But she probably will
And she knows all the members of Built to Spill just a bit too well
She blows saccharin bows
When she blows her nose But man it can be so noisy
She never chose
To be the rose
That grows
In the land of potatoes
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
When she blows her nose
But man it can be so noisy
She was the wild, wild rose
Of Boise
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
She grew up alone
Just outside my own home
She scrapped just to make a few bucks
Her hair nicely combed
And her mouth starts to foam
She was the queen of the Neurolux
She said she won't go
But she probably will
And she knows all the members of Built to Spill just a bit too well
She blows saccharin bows
When she blows her nose But man it can be so noisy
She never chose
To be the rose
That grows
In the land of potatoes
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
Ah...
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