Текст песни Sleater-Kinney - Milkshake N` Honey
Sleater-Kinney - Milkshake N` Honey слова песни
14 Rue de Savoyis where the flat was letWe shacked up in Paris two daysafter we had metEighteen bars of the sonataand you were mineThis music gig doesn`t pay that goodbut the fans are alrightDarling come homeI can`t take the apartment aloneYou left your beret behindand your croissant is getting coldVisa, Mastercard, Discovered that I was spentTook my heart, my best jeans, and left mewith paying the rentA user, abuser, a loserbut I didn`t careI`ve always been a guy with a sweet toothand that girl was just like a king-sized candy barPick up the phoneMeet me at the SorbonneKeep turning me onWith those French words I can`t pronounceMilkshake n` honey yeahMilkshake n` honey yeahMa petite, comment ca va?