The Dozens Songtext
von Amelia Curran

Oh my lovers think I′m lovely in the morning when I wake
When I roll in folds of slumber
When I caress I give and take.
All my enemies are just like me
They're a fatalist mistake
An abandoning of deities
The slowest interstate

Let the bakers have their dozens
Let the coppers get their man
Let doctor, lawyer, fix her for you
Catch her if they can
Oh and all the stars in heaven
Cannot count on me alone
For I′m a lover's enemy
And I can't be counted on.


All my lovers under cover of night
Wrestle with their wounds.
They′re pawing sorrow′s piety.
They're kissing pleasure′s gloom.
All my enemies are ready for
A drink or two to spite
They're praying for forgiveness and
They′re ready for a fight.

Let the bakers have their dozens
Let the coppers get their man
Let doctor, lawyer fix her for you
Catch her if they can
Oh and all the stars in heaven
Cannot count on me alone
For I'm a lover′s enemy
And I can't be counted on.

All my lovers love me tirelessly
They listen and they see
They work the web of time itself
To fall and capture me
All my enemies they envy every move I've ever made
The tireless love i gather,
Even the rain on my parade.


Let the bakers have their dozens.
Let the coppers get their man.
Let doctor lawyer fix her for you
Catch her if they can.
Oh and all the stars in heaven
Cannot count on me alone
For I′m a lover′s enemy
And I can't
Be counted on.