the Coketales - Barely romantic | Текст песни

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• Barely romantic

Куплет 1:
It’s quite a task to find a suit for that,
Polish shoes, and get some cash to spend,
With the help of that,
I’m sure this night you’ll feel yourself content,

Another shot with two more lines,
And everything around you would be really nice,
If you could only find,
The one with whom to spend the night,

Number one engaged,
Here comes number two,
The girl in red is staring at you,
That’s what you need,
You know you’ll get through,

Припев1:
What a beautiful girl with you today!
I doubt that you will get away,
From this place and the dress she wears,
Until you taste her real taste,
Raparapapapararapara hey…
When it’s done,
It’s time to get the hell away,
And by the way what was her name?

Куплет2:
It’s quite a task to find a man to love,
All her words are close to piss you off,
It’s the story of all things,
That hide their sores behind intrigues,

Because - she always dreams,
About white prince down on his knees,
But this night all she feels,
Is that she can barely stand on heels,

Number one is gone,
You’re with number two,
The girl in red has nothing to do,
That’s what you want,
You’ve finally got through,

Припев2:
What a beautiful girl with you today!
I doubt that you will get away,
From this place and the dress she wears,
Until you taste her real taste,
Raparapapapararapara hey…
When it’s done,
It’s time to get the hell away,
And by the way what was her name?

Брейк:
…You utterly despise a man, who fall that deep,
The morning’s no surprise,
You doubt you worth a shit…

Припев 3:
What a beautiful girl with you today!
I doubt that you will get away,
From this place and the dress she wears,
Until you taste her real taste,
Raparapapapararapara hey…
When it’s done,
It’s time to get the hell away,
And by the way what was her name?
…Her name...

…Lame excuse is the worst to say,
You put on your pants,
And rush away,
Not a bad way to start a Sunday,
But all in all that’s not okay,
You’ve left your wallet on a table,
Your thoughts are little bit unstable,
And the doorbell seems so hot…*