Текст песни Leonard Cohen - Dont Go Home With Your HardOn
Leonard Cohen - Dont Go Home With Your HardOn слова песни
I was born in a beauty salonMy father was a dresser of hairMy mother was a girl you could call onWhen you called she was always thereChorusBut dont go home with your hard-onIt will only drive you insaneYou cant shake it (or break it) with your motownYou cant melt it down in the rainIve looked behind all of the facesThat smile you down to your kneesAnd the lips that say, come on, taste usAnd when you try to, they make you say pleaseHere comes your bride with her veil onApproach her, you wretch, if you dareApproach her, you ape with your tail onOnce you have her shell always be thereSo I work in that same beauty salonIm chained to the old masqueradeThe lipstick, the shadow, the siliconeI follow my fathers tradeChorus