Nouvelle Vogue - Sweet And Tender Hooligan | Текст песни

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He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he said that he'd never, never never never do it again, not until the next time

He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he swore that he'll never, never never never never do it again
And of course he won't

Poor old man
He had an "accident" with a three-bar fire
But that's OK
'Cause he wasn't very happy anyway
Poor woman
Strangled in her very own bed as she read
But that's OK
'Cause she was old and she would have died anyway
DON'T BLAME

The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
'Cause he'll never, never, never, never, never, never do it again
(not until the next time)

Jury, you've heard every word
So before you decide
Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes
I love you for you,

Jury, you've heard every word
So before you decide
Would you look into those "Mother me" eyes
I love you for you, you my love

Don't blame
The sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
Because he'll never, never never never never do it again

Etc! Etc! Etc!..

In the midst of live we are in death Etc!

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