Текст песни Oysterhead - Polka Dot Rose
Oysterhead - Polka Dot Rose слова песни
He always liked to paint with his sunglasses onCause acrylics tend to burn on his eyesAnd nothing brought him closer to the canvasThan the warmth of Eleanor`s thighsHe never had much of a devious natureBut was hardly a modern day saintIf you asked the little boy what he`d be when he grew upSaid I`d rather be a fireman than paintKeep on paintingShe always liked to dance with no shoes onCause the gravel felt good on her toesAnd Mr. Merriweather left his wife and his kidsIn search of a polka dot roseThey never thought much of his mongrelesque statureOr the scent that could make a buzzard faintIf you asked the little boy what he`d be when he grew upHe`d sayKeep on painting