Текст песни Traffic

I take a look to my left, Pick out the worst and the best

She paints her lip, greasy and thick

Another mirror stare

And she's going where?

Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare

You talk dirty to a priest, it makes you human at least

Is she running away, to start a brand new day?

Or she's going home, why's she driving alone?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone's got to be, somewhere

She's got a body in the boot, just bags of food

Those are models legs, but are they women's, are they men's?

She shouts down the phone, she missed a payment on the loanStereophonics - Traffic - http://ru.motolyrics.com/stereophonics/traffic-lyrics.html

She's go to be above the rest, keeping up with the best

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone's got to be, somewhere

She waits tables for a crook, you wrote a hardback book

You teach kids how to read, sell your body on the street

And that's without a job, another up town snob

But have I got you all wrong, one look and you were gone

Is anyone going anywhere?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Is anyone going anywhere?

Everyone's got to be, somewhere

Stereophonics Traffic