Текст песни Marianne Faithfull - Incarceration of a Flower Child
Marianne Faithfull - Incarceration of a Flower Child слова песни
Do you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind ?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ?
Laying on the living-room floor on those Indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade.
Don`t do it, don`t do it, don`t do it to me,
Don`t think about it, don`t think about it, don`t think about
it, don`t think about what it might be,
Don`t get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
It`s gonna get cold in the 1970`s.
You wouldn`t listen, you thought you knew better, you just to
had to speak to that man.
Please believe me, I`ll visit whenever I can.
Laying in your little white room with no windows and three square
sedations a day,
You plead with the doctor who`s running the show,
"Please don`t take Jasmine away and leave me alone."
Don`t do it, don`t do it, don`t do it, don`t do it to me,
Don`t think about it, don`t think about it, don`t think about
it, don`t think about what it might be,
Don`t get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
It`s gonna get cold in the 1970`s.
Do you remember me ? How we used to be helpless and happy and blind ?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine ?
Now in your little white room with no windows and three square
sedations a day
You plead with the doctor who`s running the show,
"Please don`t take Jasmine away and leave me alone."