Текст песни: Sleeper - Nice Guy Eddie








So Ill admit that it all started as a scam

cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan

We know youre old but youre kind

Youre rich and your heart is dicky

Yes I knew that you wanted me

And he said



Hey love how are you fixed

Well meet at ten past now its quarter to six

Well spend the whole night making love on the sofa

It may sound funny but he wasnt supposed to



And then we both settled down to our favourite meal

Dyou fancy veal parmesan and a case of warm chianti

Pass my bag I picked up that bra you fancied

Yes I knew that you wanted me



Oh we knew it couldnt last

And we should have left it long before

One great year and one for luck

And like all good things you soon wanted more

You were always so polite

I think I loved you



And I said



Hey love Im making it easy on us

Ill leave and a few of our dreams turn to dust

All night making love on your sofa

And it may sound funny but he wasnt supposed to

Summer 92 I remember it clearly

When he choked on the olive in his dry martini

There was dismay from friends he was close to

And it may sound funny but it wasnt supposed to be

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So Ill admit that it all started as a scam

cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan

We know youre old but youre kind

Youre rich and your heart is dicky

Yes I knew that you wanted me

And he said



Hey love how are you fixed

Well meet at ten past now its quarter to six

Well spend the whole night making love on the sofa

It may sound funny but he wasnt supposed to



And then we both settled down to our favourite meal

Dyou fancy veal parmesan and a case of warm chianti

Pass my bag I picked up that bra you fancied

Yes I knew that you wanted me



Oh we knew it couldnt last

And we should have left it long before

One great year and one for luck

And like all good things you soon wanted more

You were always so polite

I think I loved you



And I said



Hey love Im making it easy on us

Ill leave and a few of our dreams turn to dust

All night making love on your sofa

And it may sound funny but he wasnt supposed to

Summer 92 I remember it clearly

When he choked on the olive in his dry martini

There was dismay from friends he was close to

And it may sound funny but it wasnt supposed to be

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