Текст песни Adam Sandler - Sweat Beatrice
Adam Sandler - Sweat Beatrice слова песни
Hanging with my sweet amour She came out with a lion`s roar Yelling, "I`m going to the corner store, Be back at quarter to four" "Don`t slam your pinkies in the drawer" She can be like a maiden from the days of yore Hanging out at Studio 54 Break dancing on the slick brick disco floor With Lionel Richie Who, by the way, was a Commodore One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boar Who couldn`t breat right since the Vietnam War Then she played Chinese Checkers with Skeletor And went camping with Eva Gabor She`s my sweet Beatrice She`s my sweet Beatrice She`s my sweet Beatrice And she`s coming home I got a picture of her down by the seashore Wearing a bikini made of purple velour Her hair`s up like Conway Twitty`s pompadour With the smile of Guy LeFleur She got the ups and downs like an elevator But deep inside she`s a marshmellow smore Can bake a cake as big as Jupitor Either or, Neithor nor She`ll share it with your Labrador She can run faster than a blazing meteor Loves Winnie the Pooh and his friend Eeyore Can make a pipe out of an apple core That`s a trick she learned from Roberto Parrish Down in Ecuador You know why? She`s my sweet Beatrice She`s my sweet Beatrice She`s my sweet Beatrice And she`s coming home Well, for sure she opened the door Whipped out a 3-ft fishing lure Sexually, that made me insecure Like the time I was a roadie On Elton John`s tour She said, "Let`s go catch some Piscatore!" I said, "Beatrice, you don`t eat fish no more." She said, "By God, you`re right!" So we took ourselves a snore And when we woke up 10 hours later We made Love Du Jour She`s my sweet Beatrice She`s my sweet Beatrice She`s my sweet Beatrice And she came home She likes to clean out the attic every now and then She`s gonna knit me a brand new golfing bag We gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movie Then we gonna free all the doggies at the kennel She gonna try on my third grade mittens She`ll keep `em on even though they`re way too small Well, she ain`t never gonna hurt me She ain`t never gonna let me down She ain`t never gonna tell nobody I`m afraid of birds and spiders Well, Bea-bea-bea-beatrice Bea-bea-bea-beatrice Bea-bea-bea-beatrice Bea-bea-bea-beatrice Bea-bea-bea-beatrice Bea-bea-bea-beatrice And she loves Pat Summerall