David Bowie (8. Diamond Dogs, 1974) - 3. Sweet Thing | Текст песни

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• David Bowie (8. Diamond Dogs, 1974)
• 3. Sweet Thing

It's safe in the city
To love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from the door
And isn't it me
Putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh
Trails on a leash
Will you see
That I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room
and yawn and I'll run to the centre
Of things where the knowing one says

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys,
Get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

I'm glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
I'm in your way
And I'll steal every moment
If this trade is a curse
Then I'll bless you and turn
To the crossroads and hamburgers

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys,
Get it here, thing
'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing


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