Produced and mixed by Sam Swain 
Vocals / Guitar / Synth - Noah Harris
Drums - Vince McIntyre 
Bass - Dom Buckham 

(recorded at Sunset Pig in 2020)

Sheena Is A Bush Doofer
She came and left me on the roof She came and left
But first I made her bed
Sheena is a Bush Doofer
And she moves to her own drum and bass And basically I had to go, she said
And we don’t go to parties no more
We just go to weddings and funerals
We don’t go to parties no more, she said
Sheena only plays the hits
Chewing on her fucking lips
She lays me down and puts me all on red
You were fine and I was sick
We took some time
We had a kip
And basically she had a bit and ran
And we don’t go to parties no more
We just go to weddings and funerals
We don’t go to parties no more, she said
She doesn’t like songs that have guitars So you’re not gonna like this one
I feel the spark floating out my head She calls to say
I don’t feel the rush
And do you feel the same?
I don’t
She doesn’t like songs that have guitars So you’re not gonna like this one
I feel the spark floating out my head She calls to say
I don’t feel the rush
And do you feel the same?
She doesn’t like songs that have guitars So you’re not gonna like this one
I feel the spark
And I can hardly
Hold the phone
Like the pain you keep in your eyes Cause you can’t even trust this one But you know I might
Sheena likes to look at stars
And it’s not looking good for ours
Did we leave things so I could sort my head?

Sheena Is A Bush Doofer

Produced and mixed by Sam Swain 
Vocals / Guitar / Synth - Noah Harris
Drums - Vince McIntyre 
Bass - Dom Buckham 

(recorded at Sunset Pig and Taste Police in 2020)

You left your car keys in the door
And your dick in the sink
You let the water run too hot
Poured us something to drink

It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like heaven
Then the waves come back
And turn into men

I was the lone range rider and not your friend
I was a post Madonna in bed

You left your cocaine in your pants
Threw it all in the wash
At least for now you are all clean
Came out pink like your socks

It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like hell
And then the waves come back
And bеgin to yell
I was a romance writer undеr your spell
I was a post Madonna in bed

I’ll call back to you
Just like you want
I’ll call back to you
Just like you want

If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to the fore to the start
If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to you just like you want

You asked somebody to arrive
Bet you nobody came
You borrowed my suede jacket
Wore it out in the rain

It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like heaven
And then the waves come back
And turn into men
I was a road rage driver without the shell
I was a post Madonna in bed

It comes in waves
And fuck it
It hurts like her
And then the waves come back
And begin to stir
I was a road rage driver without the shell
I was a post Madonna in bed

If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to the fore to the start
If I only cared when you cared
Would you care?
Running back to me
Back to you just like you want

Harris

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