Текст песни David Bowie - Janine
David Bowie - Janine слова песни
Oh my love, Janine
I`m helpless for your smile
Like a Polish wanderer
I travel ever onwards to your land
And were it not just for the jewels, I`d close your hand
Your strange demand
To `collocate` my mind
Scares me into gloom
You`re too intense
I`ll have to keep you in your place
I`ve no defence
I`ve got to keep my veil on my face
Janine, Janine, you`d like to know me well
But I`ve got things inside my head
That even I can`t face
Janine, Janine, you`d like to crash
my walls
But if you take an axe to me
You`ll kill another man
Not me at all
You`re fey, Janine
A tripper to the last
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I`ll have a right to shout you down
For you`re a lazy stream
In which my thoughts would drown
So stay, Janine
And we can glide along
I`ve caught your wings for laughs
I`m not obliged to read you statements of the year
So take your glasses off
And don`t act so sincere
Janine, Janine, you`d like to know me well
But I`ve got things inside my head
That even I can`t face
Janine, Janine, you`d like to crash
my walls
But if you take an axe to me
You`ll kill another man
Not me at all