The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the party early Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks, "How are you" and she offers them a drink The countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to think
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
The beauty of the hour is blazing in the present She surrounds herself with those who would surrender Floating in her flattery, she's a trophy-prize, caressed Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed And she's staring down their desires While they're staring down her dress
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
The egos shine like light bulbs, so bright you cannot see them Blind each other blinder than a sandbox All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
They travel to the table, the host is served for supper And they pass each other down for salt and pepper And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying "Darling, you tasted divine"
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure, composure She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionnaire
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone Searching for one hundred and eleven And he's charming as a child as he leads you to his web Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano
Oh, the party must be over, even the losers are leaving But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this
And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my pianoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
