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  • Текст песни Momus - The cheque's in the post

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    Me and my lawyer sat down and worked out
    The full cost of the wrongs I have done you
    And I'm sending the money to you
    The cheque's in the post

    For giving you hell
    When I should have been treating you well
    Reparation: five hundred five pound notes in a roll

    For remarks about your weight
    For complaining when you were late
    Compensation: two thousand pounds, the going rate

    For the times we were out
    And my eye kept roving about
    Settling on younger women: Fifteen hundred, say it's forgiven

    Running total: six thousand three hundred and fifty pounds
    With tax added on
    And that's just the end of verse one

    For attacking your superstition
    Your pantheistic new age religion
    Let's say the sum of one thousand seven hundred and ninety seven

    When I said your new dress wasn't splendid
    When I told you the way the film ended
    I guess I was wrong, accept this token: seven thousand pounds

    And for passing the pictures I'd taken
    Of your body totally naked
    Around all our friends, let's call it a round nine thousand pounds

    Running total: twenty four thousand one hundred and forty seven pounds
    On its way to you
    And this is just the end of verse two

    Me and my lawyer sat down and worked out
    The real cost of the wrongs I have done you
    And I'm sending the money to you
    The cheque's in the post

    And for my next indiscretion
    When we had sex on the floor of the kitchen
    I sang it in a song: accept ten thousand - make that eleven thousand - pounds

    And for failing to give enough time
    To the baby that could have been mine
    It's not that I don't care, my love, it's just so hard to find a figure

    Worst of all I stopped loving your body
    Making you feel so low
    Though my lawyer says no blame can be apportioned
    For circumstances beyond my control
    So now I'm all paid up
    And absolved from this guilt
    I'm going to get another girl in
    Under my quilt
    And run up
    Another massive debt

    Hail Mary
    Pray for me now
    Now and at the hour of my death
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)

    Hail Mary
    Pray for me now
    Now and at the hour of my death
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)

    Hail Mary
    Pray for me now
    Now and at the hour of my death
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)

    Hail Mary
    Pray for me now
    Now and at the hour of my death
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)

    Hail Mary
    Pray for me now
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)
    (Ba-ba-da ba-ba-da ba-ba-da)

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