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  • Текст песни Johnny Flynn - leftovers

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    Тут находится текст песни Johnny Flynn - leftovers, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread
    And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head
    Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
    I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine

    Been hanging round the underground
    Found a couple of crumbs down there
    Was lucky and got some flotsam
    From a girl with long brown hair
    She said her name was Mary May and
    She liked the springtime most
    She said she left her meals
    Half ate she said and she left the crusts of toast

    Leftovers is what I want
    Don't need no fine cuisine
    Give me a dime for bacon rind
    Or slip me some of that old sardine

    She'd been seeing a man named Jim
    I said I didn't mind
    Said that second place is just my style
    Like glasses for the blind
    I thought she was kin to kind
    I knew I'd met my match
    And I was sure that I had locked the door
    And she had dropped the latch

    Leftovers is what I want
    Don't need no fine cuisine
    Give me a dime for bacon rind
    Or slip me some of that old sardine

    I said "bring your dark eyes honey"
    She said "you bring yours"
    Said I don't take second glances
    As she walked out the door
    I walked after her and waved her down
    And asked her why she left
    She said she only dealt leftovers
    And that all else felt like theft

    Leftovers is what I want
    Don't need no fine cuisine
    Give me a dime for bacon rind
    Or slip me some of that old sardine

    Leftovers is what I want
    Don't need no fine cuisine
    Give me a dime for bacon rind
    Or slip me some of that old sardine

    If you see her, say hello
    She'll be out handing scraps
    But don't be fooled, her heart is ruled
    By forces off the maps
    Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the bins at closing time
    I've walked a mile just to catch a smile from a fish without its brine

    Leftovers is what I want
    Don't need no fine cuisine
    Give me a dime for bacon rind
    Or slip me some of that old sardine

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