Текст песни Paul Weller - Peacock Suit
Paul Weller - Peacock Suit слова песни
Ive got a grapefruit matterIts as sour as shitI have no solutionsBetter get used to itI dont need a ship to sail in stormy weatherI dont need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suitIm narcissus in a puddleIn shop windows I gloatLike a ball of fleece liningIn my camel skin coatI dont need a ship to sail in stormy weatherI dont need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suitDid you think I shouldNemesis in a muddleIn a mirror I lookLike a streak of sheet lightninIn my rattleskin shoes -I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weatherI dont need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suitDid you think I should