Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement. Soho lights, another night --- thinking of you. Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly. Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smile --- Aas you leave the place where you work until 12.30 And the policemen nods as you pass along his beat. Sweaty feet, troubled brow -- we're all in the same game, lady. Life's no bowl of cherries --- it's a black and white strip cartoon.
I've been warned that you and your friends are crazy As from your hearts you bare your parts to the gentlemen, Who, while they drool, trying to keep cool, spill their Scotch and water. But I'm not that way, I must say --- I'd much prefer to see you in your texturised rubber rainwear around 12.30. Come and play shades of grey in my black and white strip cartoon. Strip cartoon is all I'm after. Strip cartoon is all I crave --- So come to my place around 12.30 'cos I'm a leading politician at a dangerous age.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
