The lord of the manor Loves the upstairs maid And I tend the flowers Of the seeds he lays His collar is velvet, His hands are real soft She sleeps with the master I'm awake in the loft I wish in the bedroom The sheets were all torn I wish that the flowers Would only grow thorns
The lord of the manor Has a wife of grey He pays the chauffeur To drive her away The lord and my baby Are upstairs alone The one who could stop them Is physically gone I wish in the bedroom The sheets were all torn I wish that the flowers Would only grow thornsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
