Songs of Love - текст песни
Songs of Love
Pale pubescent beasts roam through the streets And coffee-shops Their prey gather in herds with stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But while they search for a mate my type hibernates In bedrooms above Composing their songs of love Young, uniform minds in uniform lines And uniform ties Run round with trousers on fire and signs of desire
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