Kilburn + The High Roads - Pam's Moods | Текст песни

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When me and Pam
Are hand in hand
We make a lovely pair
But when we fight
Her awful spite
Is more than I can bear

She gives me the business, I lose all self control
The curse of fifty wintches making wormwood of my soul

A life of broken china and sneering yellow hate
Ooh, derision and contumely and things that nauseate

Ruptures of the psyche, vexation in the head
Posion in my coffee and needles in my bed
Mischief in the midriff, tensions of the spine
Oooh, underhand aspersions that really are unkind

Pam's mods
(yeah, come on now)
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods

An abject little toady her scolding makes of me
Ooooh, why is she so bitter every time we disagree?

Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods

Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods
Pam's moods