Lyrics Vicar's Daughter - RoughSketch

Time is running out now listen to the gong
Leave tonight behind you got till the end of this song
It was just one night gotta leave her be
You don′t want to mess with her family tree
Look in the rear view she's a thorn in your side
Can′t get that sweet-talking, good girl off mind.

Don't Kiss the Vicar's Daughter Don′t Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter

We caught eyes the clock struck eight
I did not think that I'd be her bait
Her pontifical side had lied
She better go confess or hide
The Dinner table was set for grace
I didn′t bother to show my face

Don't Kiss the Vicar's Daughter Don′t Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter

Don't sit at that dinner table
You'll end up in misery
Don′t sit at that dinner table
You′ll end in hell like me
I saved the best fact till last
Heard it through the grapevine THAT
Her dad was the Vicar at mass

Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter Don't Kiss the Vicar's Daughter Don′t Kiss the Vicar′s Daughter