The Three of me - текст песни
The Three of me
There's a voice on the phone Who just called in to say "Mr Jones isn't home He'll be gone for the day"
So he pulls down the blind To adjust his disguise But it's all in his mind Which he proudly denies
I turn the boat back from the weir Where to go from here I can't hide from each face I see Looking out from behind them is me
I'm attempting to guess What they meant when they said "Mr Jones and his guest Won't be using the bed"
So if I take the rap While they stay out of sight I can spring from the trap When the timing is right
One minute I think I know what I mean The next I hear voices inside disagree Why are they laughing at me?
So I pick up the phone
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