Тексты песен The Beautiful South

(Heaton/Rotheray) And the women tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles

And the woman tug their hair Like they're trying to prove it won't fall out And all the men are gargoyles Dipped long in Irish stout The whole place is pickled The people are pickles for sure And no-o

Speak to me, speak to me Speak to me, speak to me Tell me all about the way you feel, speak to me, speak to me Tell me all the things I want to know Tell me all the places that you go Tell me all the

There's a bench in every park dedicated to Those who sat there once but didn't make it through There are names carved deep in bark on every tree By those who spent their time like you and me And where

(Willie Nelson) VERSE 1 Valentine. Won't you be my valentine. And introduce your heart to mine And be my valentine. VERSE 2 Summertime. We could run and play like summertime With storybooks and nurser

(Heaton/Rotheray) One day I'm loaded, next day I'm broke Spent all my money on whisky and coke Riding high 'till the rock hit the spoke It's like window shopping for blinds Spent all my money on a sun