The Count Of Monte Christo - Noisettes

So the Count of Monte Christo

Threw the cape over his head

Gave me a penny for my thoughts

But wouldn’t get no change, just

Old aged rhythms

They were singing in his brain for

A mechanical crusade

tried to shoot down his aeroplane

I see, you see

Ain’t no more honey from this bee

I see, you see

Stung you’ve got a hold on me

I see, you see

Ain’t no more honey from this bee

I see, you see

Stung you’ve got a hold

I want to make you feel so special

It’s time to break the ice

Bless you and your wicked ways

For I guess that these are stranger days

But the tact must change for

The duchess to reveal her face

I’d give you all my pennies

For your gallantry at tomorrow’s gate

When I see, you see

Ain’t no more honey from this bee

I see, you see

I’m stung you’ve got a hold on me

I see, you see

Ain’t no more honey from this bee

I see, you see

I’m stung you’ve got a hold

So the Count of Monte Christo

Threw the cape over his head

Gave me a penny for my thoughts

But wouldn’t get no change, just

Old aged rhythms

They were singing in his brain for

A mechanical crusade

tried to shoot down his aeroplane

I see, you see…