Pulp - P.T.A. (Parent Teacher Association) | Текст песни

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• P.T.A. (Parent Teacher Association)

I know I'm getting old
and you're so very young
But would you like to stay
till next Saturday
or Sunday
I'll give you your own room
It's next door to my room
And sometime in the night
Well maybe I just might
Oh, take your clothes off won't you please?
You don't have to talk to me
Just leave the light on so I can see
You've got everything I need
Oh yeah
You know I can't forget
that special night we met
at the local P.T.A.
When your mother came to say
that you'd been taking days off school
I turned and looked at you
I said, "Yes, I understand
I'm going to take this girl in hand"
Oh, take your clothes off - one, two, three
No, you don't have to talk to me
Just leave the light on so I can see
You've got everything you need
Oh yeah
Hit me
'Cos I never had a woman before
I was too scared to touch the girls at the Poly
And I don't know what it's like to be young
'cos all my life I've been knocking on forty
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Jarvis: "So if I put my hand on your bosom..."
Candida: "Yeah?"
Jarvis: "Will that give you an orgasm? That's not right. But if we kiss with tongues..."
Candida: (laughs)
Jarvis: "Won't that, won't that make, won't that make you pregnant?"
Oh, Take your clothes off, won't you please?
No, you don't have to talk to me
Just leave the light on so I can see
You've got everything I need
Oh, just one touch was all it took
No you can't learn it from a book
Lets go upstairs and have a look
Oh, you've got everything I need
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Hit me