Текст песни Crash Test Dummies - Sunday Dress
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I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bedHow can I get to sleep with all this buzzin in my headAnd whod have ever thought Id not complain about a messServers me right I guessThis is what I getFor eatin crackers with my ginAnd drinkin in my sunday dressThe telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bedFrom time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that its not deadI will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettesI love to play the part of the damsel in distressFlickin ashes in my coffeeDrinkin in my sunday dressWell Ive been on the road to this and Ive been on the way to thisBut whod athink itd come to thisDont let on youve seem me like thisMy old transistors sounding just as twangy as a fenderMy radiator growls like elvis after sunday dinnerIve drained my last tequila and Ive thrown away the blenderIve poured out all the wineFrom how on nothin but the bestCognac and pasty cline while drinkin in my sunday dressWell Ive been on the road to this and Ive been on the way to thisI surely aint a hypocriteIve had my fun and now I must confessOur reverend is a kingly soulRepents em on a dimeHis Bible is not inked in goldHes not the cheatin kindOne sunday after meetinI was in the greetin lineHe said Ive seen you from the altarGulpin down communion wineJust remember whos beside youWhen its no business of mine