Noda Pappa - Dancing Girl
текст песни

The dancing girl, she won the prize
What it was we'll never know
I can tell you sympathize
The ticket sells, a sold-out show

And the floor was filthy, in squalor
When you handed the mop to me
So I can clean the mess you made
And have my breakfast at your feet

Aspiring models, anglo-Saxon looking bathrobes
There's been a fight over some cubes and what's the matter?
What's yours what's mine, it happens all the time
Catch your breath and drink some water

And the door remained un-opened
When you handed me the key
So I can open up and witness
Just what will become of me