Luxembourg — текст песни (Elvis Costello)

Dressed up like a dogs dinner

Butter wouldnt melt in your mouth

If this is a dogs life

Then youre the cats clothes

They hire out your sons

And hire out your daughters

The man from abroad says hes already bought her

And now you look like a lover but youre only a tourist



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Youre either talking or yawning

You didnt listen to a thing you heard

Dont start your morning moaning or you might wake up in luxembourg



You get over

Youre worried by her body

Shes worryin about her bodily odour

You pull off

The pull over

You say that you love her when you really loathe her

Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her



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Theyre smiling sweetly while theyre looking daggers

Kick you where it really matters

Send all your friends to coventry

And look for your name in last nights obituaries



If youve got the deutschmarks

If youve got the yen, then

You get the shirt off her back and the clock off big ben

Somebodys soft touch

Struck all these bargains

In the drinking clubs with the council men making

Plans to put lead back in their pencils again



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