Mirror
They could fat or could be thin
They could be could be black, they could be white
Tell me whose knocking at the knocking shop door tonight.
Not much a girl can do
but open or close,
those things are above doors
Not much legs can do,
but open or close,
those things are above us whores.
So imagine a mirror
bigger than the room it was placed in.
Imagine my wish for a future
that cannot hold my wish.
Imagine the want to hold a rod,
that cannot hold the fish.
Imagine the rod that could not hold a fish.
They could be lonely or could be bust,
they could be tack,
they could be real.
They do have feelings,
but just right now i feel.
a feminine receptacle, that's just what i am,
those things are above us whores.
Just the best target practised for a misguided man.
Those things are above us whores.
So imagine a mirror, bigger than the room it was placed in,
imagine a wish for a future that cannot hold my wish.
Imagine the want to hold the rod that cannot hold the fish.
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish.
uh-huh uh-huh huh huh
Na brzegu jeziora stoi dwoch wedkarzy. Przed nimi plywajacy na nartach czlowiek znika pod woda. Ruszaja mu na ratunek. Po chwili wyciagaja topielca na brzeg. Reanimuja, robia sztuczne oddychanie.
- Roman - mowi nagle jeden z wedkarzy - to chyba nie ten. Nasz mial na nogach narty, a ten ma lyzwy.
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