Текст песни Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Romantic
Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Romantic слова песни
Little jimmy watkins wasnt readyWhen the winter cameHe forgot to order coats so he shiversJust himself to blameAnd the marketwives covered with blanketsI hear them shout in vainThey try to sell their southern fruitsIn the icy rainSlowly comes the wintertimeSnowflakes melting on the enginehoodAnd all the young girls put on their scarfsBefore they haunt their neighbourhoodSo sorry that Im romanticSo sorry that Im romanticHot grey steam out of the drainsI cant see the traffic lightsAnd the smell of cookies and candlesIcecold stary skiesSnowballs fly around my headAnd lindas laughing brightThe saucy little skater falls on his noseAnd cries soon hes outta sightSlowly comes the wintertimeSnowflakes melting on the enginehoodAnd all the young girls put on their scarfsBefore they haunt their neighbourhoodSo sorry that Im romantic...