He likes sipping his tea Slowly from the tip of the tea pot From the tip when the pot is hot When he's not lonely...
I'm lonely not, he has it his peers I'm dancing around hands and He sheds some tears When she's not there He's quiet he is He's quiet without she
Ce thé va t'il m'ôter ma toux Le lourd chagrin d'un coeur fragile et fou D'extases va t'il me rendre souple Combler le vide, tenir le coup Attendant une nouvelle aurore sentimentale M'abreuve de ce liquide à la couleur pale Mes vers vains se noient dans ma verveine S'use mon latin à perdre haleine
Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string with reality Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string with reality Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string with reality Mad man walking down her skin
The lady with the tea pot taking him within He's going crazy with this long long There walking down the street With this flower shirt, his loneliness and his thirst for tea
Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string with reality Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string with reality Mad man walking down a string Mad man walking down a string with realityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
