25 Wexford St.

Was I just dreaming? Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Was I really seeing? Such a bad lad, 25 Wexford Street I ain't gonna lie, don't recall her name But the Dublin lights saw everything Now the legend lives all across that town An American boy and an Irish gal That night, all night We were dancing straight to sheets Yeah, she was mine, all mine Lost in the beauty of the beat But the sound of pound bump in our chests Till the sunrise laid our lust to rest She left and the only thing left of her Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur Black hair, blue eyes, tattoos dark as night And her necklace just said 'dreamer' on a key I ain't gonna lie, I recall her curse And the jet black ink of a bible verse The things we did, never thought I would But the 23rd psalm never looked so good That night, all night We were dancing straight to sheets Yeah, she was mine, all mine Lost in the beauty of the beat But the sound of pound bump in our chests Till the sunrise laid our lust to rest She left and the only thing left of her Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur Kinda fitting her necklace said dreams That's the only time I see her Yeah, that night, all night We were dancing straight to sheets Yeah, she was mine, all mine Lost in the beauty of the beat Yeah, that night, all night We were dancing straight to sheets Yeah, she was mine, all mine Lost in the beauty of the beat But the sound of pound bump in our chests Till the sunrise laid our lust to rest She left and the only thing left of her Is one night, and my, what a beautiful blur What a beautiful blur What a beautiful blur