Текст песни Sandler Adam - Sweat Beatrice
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Hanging with my sweet amourShe came out with a lion`s roarYelling, "I`m going to the corner store,Be back at quarter to four""Don`t slam your pinkies in the drawer"She can be like a maiden from the days of yoreHanging out at Studio 54Break dancing on the slick brick disco floorWith Lionel RichieWho, by the way, was a CommodoreOne time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle tooth boarWho couldn`t breat right since the Vietnam WarThen she played Chinese Checkers with SkeletorAnd went camping with Eva GaborShe`s my sweet BeatriceShe`s my sweet BeatriceShe`s my sweet BeatriceAnd she`s coming homeI got a picture of her down by the seashoreWearing a bikini made of purple velourHer hair`s up like Conway Twitty`s pompadourWith the smile of Guy LeFleurShe got the ups and downs like an elevatorBut deep inside she`s a marshmellow smoreCan bake a cake as big as JupitorEither or, Neithor norShe`ll share it with your LabradorShe can run faster than a blazing meteorLoves Winnie the Pooh and his friend EeyoreCan make a pipe out of an apple coreThat`s a trick she learned from Roberto ParrishDown in EcuadorYou know why?She`s my sweet BeatriceShe`s my sweet BeatriceShe`s my sweet BeatriceAnd she`s coming homeWell, for sure she opened the doorWhipped out a 3-ft fishing lureSexually, that made me insecureLike the time I was a roadieOn Elton John`s tourShe said, "Let`s go catch some Piscatore!"I said, "Beatrice, you don`t eat fish no more."She said, "By God, you`re right!"So we took ourselves a snoreAnd when we woke up 10 hours laterWe made Love Du JourShe`s my sweet BeatriceShe`s my sweet BeatriceShe`s my sweet BeatriceAnd she came homeShe likes to clean out the attic every now and thenShe`s gonna knit me a brand new golfing bagWe gonna watch ourselves a John Wayne movieThen we gonna free all the doggies at the kennelShe gonna try on my third grade mittensShe`ll keep `em on even though they`re way too smallWell, she ain`t never gonna hurt meShe ain`t never gonna let me downShe ain`t never gonna tell nobodyI`m afraid of birds and spidersWell, Bea-bea-bea-beatriceBea-bea-bea-beatriceBea-bea-bea-beatriceBea-bea-bea-beatriceBea-bea-bea-beatriceBea-bea-bea-beatriceAnd she loves Pat Summerall