Текст, перевод и аккорды “Slit Skirts”
- I was just thirty-four years old and I was still wandering in a haze I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were Lost in a maze I don't know why I thought I should have some kind of Divine right to the blues It's sympathy not tears people need when they're the Front page sad news. The incense burned away and the stench began to rise And lovers now estranged avoided catching each others' eyes And girls who lost their children cursed the men who fit the coil And men not fit for marriage took their refuge in the oil No one respects the flame quite like the fool who's badly burned From all this you'd imagine that there must be something learned Slit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts I don't ever wear no ripped shirts Can't pretend that growing older never hurts. Knee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants Have to be so drunk to try a new dance So afraid of every new romance Slit skirts, slit skirt Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt Slit skirts, slit skirt Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt Romance, romance, why aren't we thinking up romance? Why can't we drink it up true heart romance Just need a brief new romance Let me tell you some more about myself, you know I'm sitting at home just now. The big events of the day are passed and the late TV shows have come around. I'm number one in the home team, but I still feel unfulfilled. A silent voice in her broken heart complaining that I'm unskilled. And I know that when she thinks of me, she thinks of me as him, But, unlike me, she don't work off her frustration in the gym. Recriminations fester and the past can never change A woman's expectations run from both ends of the range Once she walked with untamed lovers' face between her legs Now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg Slit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts And I don't ever wear no ripped shirts Can't pretend that growing older never hurts Knee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants We have to be so drunk to try a new dance So afraid of every new romance Slit skirts, slit skirt Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt Slit skirts, slit skirt Jeanie isn't wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt She wouldn't dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt Wouldn't be seen dead in no slit skirt Romance, romance, why aren't we thinking up romance? Why can't we drink it up true heart romance Just need a brief new romance
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