I never swore until this goddamned war Twelve hour shifts and sirens all night long I work a ten to ten alongside Iris She tells me all about her escapades
Broad-minded lady, she had twins at twenty She never married, she said two was plenty She diagnosed me sexual starvation Read all about it in mass observation
What you need now Is a really good bad habit Ask the war-sister She’s an old hat at it
I never smoked until this goddamned war Sit in the torch-light, hear the gun-fire I work a six to six and home to the private He’s got a week long leave, I don’t think I’ll survive it
He lights up into everything he sees Me and our daughters sitting one, two, three He burns his dinner and a week long ration And this old waltz is going out of fashion
What you need now Is a really good bad habit Ask the war-sister She’s an old hat at it
I never drank until this goddamned war A pommia, the strongest drink I know to order On my day off I do the wash and black lead Today I take the girls to see a show instead
And in the darkness of the Odeon I let it go I yelled and cried when President Wilson’s wife died I reconcile to do the things I am accused of Stop turning down every man like I am used to
What you need now is a really good bad habit Ask the war-sister She’s an old hat at itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
