Rod Stewart - 1975 - Atlantic Crossing - 01. Three Time Loser | Текст песни

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• Rod Stewart - 1975 - Atlantic Crossing
• 01. Three Time Loser

Stand here ev’ry night,
I’m wearin’ my number,
But she said wear it,
Touching up another fool
In a jukebox job downin’ blues
In her leopard-skin anklehigh boots
While I’m jackin’ off
Readin’ playboy on a hot afternoon

I’m a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey,
Shook it up in East Virginia,
Now my friends say it’s here to stay

How dare you have a party
In a chelsea basement
When the poor excited jezebel said come outside
She felt me up and kissed my face,
Put her dirty hands down in my pants
She took all of my money,
Left me naked by the silvery moon

I’m a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey,
Shook it up in East Virginia,
Now my friends say it’s here to stay

Roll away, roll away, all of you women;
I don’t think I need you anymore
There’ll be no more doctor’s bills,
There’ll be no more swallowing pills
And I’ve found a woman
That can witness that in blood out of me

I’m a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey,
Shook it up in East Virginia,
Now my friends say it’s here to stay

I’m a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey,
Shook it up in East Virginia,
Now my friends say it’s here to stay