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Baker Street Muse (pig-me And The Whore)



Jethro Tull - Baker Street Muse (pig-me And The Whore) - Текст песни

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"Big bottled  Fraulein, put  your weight  on me,"  said the  pig-me to  the
whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain. Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed  to the  left, divulging the  wrinkles of  his
years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full to his never-ready tool.
Pulls his eyes over her wool. And he shudders as he comes -
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road.

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