The Subways - Not A Servant | Текст песни

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In the summertime I used to wait for the
Smell of the green grass and the blossoms
My eyes can see through the dense spots
Sing an ode to the roses in the garden

I can't see, but she don't smell right

I used to sing to you
Sing my special lullaby
You would send shivers up my spine
When I'm naked don't question my size

In the summertime I would wait for the
Smell of green grass and the roses
Can't hear a word that you say
Sing an ode to the roses in the garden

But, but she ain't quite right

I used to sing to you
Sing my special lullaby
You would send shivers up my spine
When I'm naked don't question my size

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