Текст песни They Might Be Giants - New Hampshire
They Might Be Giants - New Hampshire слова песни
Here I stand outside the window longing to be asked inside Until someone sees, being polite, though scared to death, they let me inWoman wonders, "Who`s your itchy friend?"Woman says, "I thought he was with you."Woman says, "I thought he was with you."They slowly back away from himAt best he`s very interestingHis brushes with success were just an accidentNo one likes New Hampshire ManBroken-hearted old man of New HampshireFlower-sniffing poet of New HampshireCharming witty drunkGate-crashing parasiteSelf-pitying, embittered, morose New Hampshire ManWoman wonders, "Who`s your itchy friend?"Woman says, "I thought he was with you."Woman says, "I thought he was with you."They slowly back away from himAt best he`s very interestingHis brushes with success were just an accidentNo one likes New Hampshire ManNo one likes New Hampshire Man.