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Текст (слова) песни: mott the hoople - Growing Man Blues
(ian hunter)
(all right, come on now)
Well its sunday afternoon
Im sitting in my living room
And Im stung by love
Baby dont care about me
She got a place on the north end road
I been around, the curtains were closed
And Im stung by love, stung by love
Baby dont care about me
I got the growing man blues
Cant get it on the national health
I got the growing man blues
Guess Ill have to get it myself
(come on, all right)
Well I follow her around
She means (? )
And Im stung by love,
Baby dont care about me
Im shy(? )
Its about eleven when she turns off the light
And Im stung by love, stung by love
Baby dont care about me
I got the growing man blues
Cant get it on the national health
I got the growing man blues
Guess Ill have to get it myself
Hes got the growing man blues
Cant get it on the national health
I got the growing man blues
Guess Ill have to get it myself
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