Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Like A Tall Thin Girl
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Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Like A Tall Thin Girl
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want.I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treatwhen I saw her framed in the kitchen door.She looked good enough to eat.(And I mean eat.)She was a tall thin girl. She looked like a tall thin girl.( )She said, "Whose is this carry-out?" My face turned chilli red.Well, I don't know about carrying out, but you can carryme off to bed.(And I mean bed.)She was a tall thin girl. She moved like a tall thin girl.Maybe I can fetch for it, and maybe I can stretch for it.I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly smallbut when it all comes down, couldn't stand my groundThis girl was tall.(And I mean tall.)Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine