The wind's whistling
my mind's twisting
I was making myself the usual cup of tea
when the doorbell strangely rang
Because I've been up here for a while
I'm starting to feel tha monotony of a tower block
I'm not so manic now
I can uphold the weight of those neighbours
& she's lifting & throwing to the wall
the post-natal harmonies of youth
when this younger man - 25
advantageously took away her pride
I staggered shaking slowly to the door
Through the frosted panel I can see you
Your intentions as a salesman truly cush
You endeavoured as a psycho just to push
& whilst lifting & throwing to the wall
my puny structure of an ageing OAP
No reason why you chose my flat
breathing deeply in a trance
(Tekst nie został jeszcze oceniony)
Jeśli podoba Ci się nasz serwis www.SuperTeksty.pl, prosimy dodaj na swoim blogu lub stronie linka do nas! Poniżej gotowy kod do wklejenia na Twoją stronę: