Текст песни Paul Weller - Peacock Suit
Paul Weller - Peacock Suit слова песни
I`ve got a grapefruit matter
It`s as sour as shit
I have no solutions
Better get used to it
I don`t need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don`t need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
I`m Narcissus in a puddle
In shop windows I gloat
Like a ball of fleece lining
In my camel skin coat
I don`t need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don`t need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
Did you think I should
Nemesis in a muddle
In a mirror I look
Like a streak of sheet lightnin`
In my rattleskin shoes -
I don`t need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I don`t need you to ruffle the feathers - of my Peacock Suit
Did you think I should