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Текст (слова) песни: Curtis Catie - Slave To My Belly

I`m a slave to my belly, `cause I`ve got to be fed
Every morning, well, it lifts me out of bed
Says, "Go to work for me, baby, buy me some bread and some wine"
My belly don`t like me to be playing guitar all the time
So I`m on the train all the way to town
I sell my day right away to town
I`m a slave to my body, `cause I`ve got to be dressed
It tells me it don`t like my taste, though I try my best
"Bring me home some silk pants I can wear tonight"
I say, "Hey, I don`t make that much, give me a break, all right?"
So I`m on the train all the way to town
I sell my day right away to town
I`m a slave to my two feet, `cause they want to come home
They want to come upstairs and rest their little bones
"Love the floor that we walk on, love this house that you own"
And I don`t have the heart to tell them that I don`t
So I`m on the train all the way to town
I sell my day right away to town

 

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