P.J. Harvey Sheela-Na-Gig текст песни, слова песни Sheela-Na-Gig P.J. Harvey
P.J. Harvey - Sheela-Na-Gig
Look at these, my child-bearing hips
Look at these, my ruby red ruby lips
Look at these, my work strong arms and
You've got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me
He said
";Sheela-Na-Gig, Sheela-Na-Gig, you exhibitionist!";
";Sheela-Na-Gig, Sheela-Na-Gig, you exhibitionist!";
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time he said he didn't care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner, there's another one there
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before
He said
";Sheela-Na-Gig, Sheela-Na-Gig, you exhibitionist!";
";Sheela-Na-Gig, Sheela-Na-Gig, you exhibitionist!";
Put money in your idle hole
Put money in your idle hole
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time he said he didn't care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner, there's another one there
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it before
He said
";Sheela-Na-Gig, Sheela-Na-Gig, you exhibitionist!";
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