Elton John & Leon Russell - My Kind Of Hell | Текст песни

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Your hot coffee and my black tea,
I don't know about that,
Oh I guess we choose to disagree,
But I like your pork pie hat,
Your sister always came
between us,
Claiming she knew best,
But she hitched her wagon to a diplomat
And moved to Bucharest,
While we just go around and round,
Like a dull thud in a bell
Oh I can't say I ever
liked you much,
But you're my kind of hell,
Oh I can't say I ever
liked you much,
But you're my kind of hell
Peddlers filled the
New York streets,
Selling watches from a tray,
The thief in you said,
“it's no sin,
Hell they stole ‘em anyway”,
We were living cheap
in an old hotel,
Eating rice and beans,
Staying up late talking politics
With a couple of
Times Square queens,
But we just turned the heat up on
The stories we could tell
Oh I can't say I ever
liked you much,
But you're my kind of hell,
Oh I can't say I ever
liked you much,
But you're my kind of hell
An island somewhere in the sun
Was always on my mind,
But you tanned from the inside out,
Drinking cocoa butter wine,
While you sold your past
like Baptist fire,
I was making plans to leave,
But you trapped me as that
ball just fell
On another New Year's Eve,
So I gave it up for what it's worth
And crawled into your shell
Oh I can't say I ever
liked you much,
But you're my kind of hell,
Oh I can't say I ever
liked you much,
But you're my kind of hell

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