Standing under the lamplight In one of the nicer parts of hell Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips Some pay for the privilege And some just pay to talk Because there are many sides to the night When Father Thomas lies sleeping His ever watchful sons Divide up the spoils of the day's takings A woman's work is never ever done She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool And then she vanishes from sight Did no one ever tell you There are many sides to the night Standing under the lamplight Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace She looks beautiful from a distance But it's too dark to see her face I do it for my child alone And who would say it's just not right Verily I say unto you There are many sides to the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
