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They take apart their bodies like toys for the local boys Because they’re always there at the edge of the water They come from the capitol these city girls Go way down where the stones meet the sea And all you young girls where do you hide Down by the water, the restless tide And the local boys hide on the mound and watch Reaching for the speech and the word to be heard And the boys grow hard, hard to be heard Hard to be heard as the reach for the speech and the word On the water’s edge But you grow old, and you grow cold, Yeah, you grow old, and you grow cold They would come in their hordes, these city girls With white strings flowing from their ears As the local boys behind the mound Think long and hard about the girls from the capitol Who dance at the water’s edge, shakin’ their asses And all you young lovers, where do you hide Down by the water and the restless tide With a Bible of tricks they do with their legs The girls reach for the speech and the speech to be heard To be hard the boys teem down from the mound And seize the girls from the capitol Who shriek at the edge of the water Shriek to speak and reach for the speech Yeah, reach for the speech and be heard But you grow old, and you grow cold, Yeah, you grow old, and you grow cold, You grow old Their legs wide to the world like Bibles open To be speared and taken their bodies apart like toys They dismantle themselves by the water’s edge And reach for the speech and the wide, wide world Aaaah, God knows the local boys Yeah, it’s will of love It’s the thrill of love Ah, but the chill of love, is comin’ on Yeah, it’s will of love It’s the thrill of love Ah, but the chill of love, is comin’ on It’s will of love It’s the thrill of love Ah, but the chill of love, is comin’ down, people