Live With Me
I got nasty habits, I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
Must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don'cha think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
And there's a score of harebrained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well they queue up for the bathroom
'Round about 7:35
Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive?
You'd look good pram pushing
Down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes get crossed
Don'cha think there's a place for us
Right across the street
Don'cha think there's a place for you,
In between the sheets?
Похожие новости.
Will You Be There
Hold me Like the river Jordan And I will then say to thee You are my friend Carry me Like you are my brother Love me like a mother Will you be there? When weary Tell me will you
Квітка
я думала забути я зможу все назад не повернути, життя несе я думала бажати не варто знов бо ця скінчилася любов одна квітка неземна не моя вина що самотня знов ти моя зоре ясная та невчасная ти
Wherever You Are
The picture I see On the wall Reminds me of your Charming smile And every mistake I recall Again makes me feel So alone in this world Try to forgive Cause I cannot live without you And you know that I
Терапевт
Отрубился в час, а проснулся в три, Полнолуние выжгло тебя изнутри, На углу у аптеки горят фонари И ты едешь - Ты хотел бы напиться хоть чем-нибудь всласть, Ты пытаешься, но не можешь упасть, И кто-то
Дом
дом на окраине вещего сна здесь почтальоном ветер время сверяет в полночь луна с боем далеких часов дом моей грусти, сладости лунной не для кого то, что открыто далью пролетов ляжет на спины дом на окраине