Muse - The Small Print (слова народные) | Текст песни

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Steak
Is all, you need,
And I’ll compensate your greed
With chilly ketchup.
Bucks
And you’ll give me your green bucks,
No matter your meal sucks,
You can keep the pennies

Row
There will be a row
And I’m bending the truth
You’re to blame
For all the kilos you’re getting
You eat this steak,
And I’ll bring another one,
So be the slave of a steak
I’m a master of your meal,
o-o-o-o…

Drink,
And I’ll bring you wine and beer,
Coz no one really eats,
They’re only drinking.
Smoke…
Would you like to have a talk,
Would you like to give a kiss,
So, please, stop thinking…

Right,
I’ll fuck you tonight,
And I’m bending the truth,
You’re to blame
For all the rubbish,
You’re saying,
You’ll ask for more,
And I’ll give you all, I got,
So be my wife
For this night,
I’m a master of your life,
O-o-o-o…

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