Sean Penn Blues — текст песни (Lloyd Cole)

The western minnesota intercollegiate circle

Telephoned they said

Hey sean could you mosey on down to our gala ball

It reads mister maddonna kicks some beat poetry

If I could I would I would I swear I would be better

But it seems I am just a natural no good

And whats more I like living like that

After seven lines seventeen maybe I had to stop

These philistines were yelling hey sean

I could not be heard for cowhand laughter

I picked up my books and headed for the door

And if I trash this tv then I know I will feel better

Guess it seems I am just a natural no good

And I like it like that

But when I see you coming down my street

You walk right in and then you

You walk all over me

Oh yeh I need you

Gatecrashing on my beat

Put on your high heels and baby

Walk all over me

All over me

Fat hacks new york times food columnists

Want to review my soup yeh honestly

My wife says I go looking for trouble

I surely find it

Do you think I like living like that

If I trash this tv then I know I will feel better

Guess it seems I am just a natural no good

And I like it like that

But when I see you

Coming down my street

You walk right in and then you

You walk all over me

Oh yeh I need you

Gatecrashing on my beat

Walking like nancy sinatra

Walk all over me



Harmonica: frasier speirs