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Текст (слова) песни: Crash Test Dummies - Sunday Dress

i can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed
How can i get to sleep with all this buzzin` in my head
And who`d have ever thought i`d not complain about a mess
Servers me right i guess
This is what i get
For eatin` crackers with my gin
And drinkin` in my sunday dress

The telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bed
From time to time i give it a rattle to make sure that it`s not dead
I will wait here for your call till i run out of cigarettes
I love to play the part of the damsel in distress
Flickin` ashes in my coffee
Drinkin` in my sunday dress

Well i`ve been on the road to this and i`ve been on the way to this
But who`d a`think it`d come to this
Don`t let on you`ve seem me like this

My old transistor`s sounding just as twangy as a fender
My radiator growls like elvis after sunday dinner
I`ve drained my last tequila and i`ve thrown away the blender
I`ve poured out all the wine
From how on nothin` but the best
Cognac and pasty cline while drinkin` in my sunday dress

Well i`ve been on the road to this and i`ve been on the way to this
I surely ain`t a hypocrite
I`ve had my fun and now i must confess

Our reverend is a kingly soul
Repents `em on a dime
His bible is not inked in gold
He`s not the cheatin` kind
One sunday after meetin`
I was in the greetin` line
He said i`ve seen you from the altar
Gulpin` down communion wine
Just remember who`s beside you
When it`s no business of mine

 

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