Music is social Drug – Arabian Horse - Mr. Officer | Текст песни

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• Music is social Drug – Arabian Horse
• Mr. Officer

The woman that I love
Is forty feet tall,
She's a movie star,
She's all in the papers
And everywhere I go
People hand me quarters
And they pat me on the back,
They treat me like I’m famous,
I'll never leave her side
'Cause today can be dangerous
And when the night arrives
The light hit her features
And the cars drive by
Just so they could see her,
And she never bats an eye
When someone takes her picture

Mr. Officer, if you've come to take her
Then that means one of us
Gonna end up in a stretcher,
Gonna end up in the papers,
Going end up in the papers, yeah

If I had a pistol,
I'd brandish it and wave it,
She's the only one alive that knows that I'm not crazy,
She's gonna testify on my behalf
Down at the Navy,
So I can get some peace
And provide for my babies,
I got a stick and a bottle,
I'll pretend I got a razor,
Helicopters and cameras all shottin' for the station,
They say that a wild man defending his lady
But for some odd reason they keep calling you a painting

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