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Rackets & Drapes - Текст песни Clean Again
There's a big numb stare, coming off of his face
She's laughing at the smoke that's coming out of his face
But this fool lives on the hill
And she don't like to pay the bills, but she will
There's a lot of talk about her, behind her back
Yeah she's good enough to need, but never to respect
They call her what they will
But when they're done they'll pay the bill,
They'll pay the bill.
No more feeling,
She don't want it, she don't need it.
She will distance herself from feeling
She don't need a better reason,
No reason to hold back.
O Jenny.
Well, there is husbands and there's lawyers and there's factory employees
There is counselors and there is mayors, with a presidential stares
There are lonely ones and liars, looking for a way to buy her
She don't care.
Oh, no more feeling
She don't want it, she don't need it
She will distance herself from feeling
She showers up and men believe it
She'll be clean again, clean again.
Jennifer is up and running
She's working for the fat man
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As long as her kids are eating
Pay up, she'll make you smile
Pay up, she'll make you smile, smile
Strange ideas, what am I doing here
She's not familiar with his talk
They're only looking at her rear
You can call her what you will
Angie, Rose or even Bill
Hell, what you will
Oh, the husbands all the lawyers all the factory employees
The counselors and the mayors
Woah, so stunning how they dare
Yeah, they dare to claim they know it all
The dirty looks they throw,
She knows them all.
Oh, no more feeling.
'Cause she don't want it, she don't need it.
She will distance herself from feeling
She showers up and man believe it,
She'll be clean again, clean again.
Jennifer is up and running
She's working for, the fat man
Oh, Jenny is in for anything
As long as her kids are eating
Pay up, she'll make you smile
Pay up and she'll make you smile, smile
One more filthy memory