There were two girls from the café, We picked both of them up one day. We took both of them to our flat And the red-headed one gave Carl the clap. The dark-haired girl took off her shoe She smiled at Joey and then she was through. He tried everything but just as luck The one from Jamaica just wouldn't fuck. Oh quiet days in Clichy Oh quiet days in Clichy. Little Colette she has no sense Serving the breakfast without her pants Spoiling the coffee, burning the eggs, All of her brains are between her legs. Baby Colette she's all grown up Sweeping the floor and washing the tub Cleaning the dishes and ironing the clothes What she's thinking, God only knows. Oh quiet days in Clichy Oh quiet days in Clichy. The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store, Her American husband didn't love her anymore. He deserted her, he vanished away And she wants to speak English now night and day. They would go to a movie and then for a walk And to the apartment for some fun and talk. She would sleep with one or she would sleep with the other, As long as they spoke English it really didn't matter. Oh quiet days in Clichy Oh quiet days in Clichy. Then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune Bringing bottles of wine up to their room. They could squeeze her tits and rub her crack, But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad. At the thought of a cock inside her cunt She would always begin to smash the place up. She would weep and screech and scream and cry And then come back for another try. Oh quiet days in Clichy Oh quiet days in Clichy Oh quiet days in Clichy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
