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She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour<br/> | |||
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower<br/> | |||
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower | She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular<br/> | ||
She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular | |||
Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain | Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain<br/> | ||
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain | Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain<br/> | ||
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable | As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable<br/> | ||
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her | Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her<br/> | ||
She is my common sense, revels on decadence | She is my common sense, revels on decadence<br/> | ||
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her | But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her<br/> | ||
She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you | She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you<br/> | ||
It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough | It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough<br/> | ||
She's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility | She's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility<br/> | ||
In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain | In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain<br/> | ||
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain | Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain<br/> | ||
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable | As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable<br/> | ||
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her | Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her<br/> | ||
She is my common sense, revels on decadence | She is my common sense, revels on decadence<br/> | ||
But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate | But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate | ||
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Revision as of 18:43, 16 March 2025
| "Miss Impossible" | |
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| Song by Poets of the Fall | |
| from the album Revolution Roulette | |
| Released | March 26, 2008 |
| Length | 3:52 |
| Label | Insomniac |
| BPM | 195 |
| Key | E |
| Producer(s) | Poets of the Fall |
Miss Impossible is the seventh track on Poets of the Fall's 2008 third studio album Revolution Roulette.
Lyrics
She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense, revels on decadence
But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate
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