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Текст песни "Emily" |
 I just don't care about the evening
news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
They say the city is the place to be
I wanna dance with Emily
Everybody come around the window
shop
I guess they never seen the moves I
got
I wanna be with what the people see
I wanna dance with Emily
Emily, sweet baby, won't you be my
wife
Cutting me wide open with a kitchen
knife
Everybody said that she is underage
Honky tried to shoot me with a 7
gage
Now I got the cookies that your
momma sent
I got permission from the government
Someone should mention to the
minister
Now I gotta dance with Jennifer
Jenny's got a mousehole full of
pigeon scum
On top a mountain made of bubble
gum
Don't understand what all the grief is
for
Now I gotta dance with Eleanor
Eleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow
Straight down the hatch beneath the
streetlight's glow
Baby when I get you on that persian
rug
That's the kind of movies I've been
dreaming of
I'll tell you something that you'd think I
know
I got two tickets to the sold out show
Some of the fellas like to think I'm
Greek
I wanna love you maybe three days a
week
I just don't care about the evening
news
I never listen to the crackhouse blues
I wanna be with what the people see
I wanna dance with Emily
I wanna dance with Emily
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