Текст песни Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad of Sexual Dependency
Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad of Sexual Dependency слова песни
Now theres a man, the living tool of satanHe charges forth while others are debatingConniving, cocky knave with all the trimmingsI know one thing will trim him down women.In women he meets deep authority,In them he feels his old dependency.He sniggers at the good book, mocks the priss and prim,Does anything for pay if it will payAnd since he knows what ladies do to himHe thrusts them well out of his way.All through the day he swearsHes self denying, then dusk descendsAnd once again hes lying.Theyre all the same in meeting loves confusionPoor noble souls get blotted in illusionThe one who swore he could escape the clinchesWho is it that entangles him, wenchesIt fain resists their lush authorityBefore him stands his old dependency.He harked the ten commandmentsTrod the tried and true, would godly be and golden rule obey.For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two,Survived on one pure thought a day.He screamed, "ive mastered it without half trying"Appears the moon and once again hes lying.Idiots all of them.