Текст песни Sandler Adam - Sweet Beatrice
Sandler Adam - Sweet Beatrice слова песни
Hangin` with my sweet amourShe came out with a lion`s roarYellin` "I`m goin` to the corner store,"Be back at quarter to four"Don`t slam you pinkies in the drawer"She can be like a maiden from the days of yoreHangin` out at Studio 54Break-dancin` 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 breathe 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 the downs like an elevatorBut deep inside she`s a marshmallow s`moreCan bake a cake as big as JupitorEither/or, neither/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 three-foot fishing lureSexually, that made me feel 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 G-d, you`re right!"So we took ourselves a snoreAnd when we woke up 10 hours laterWe made "Love Du Jour"She`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 to 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