paroles de chanson Dumb Waiters - The Psychedelic Furs

Give me all your paper ma
Gimme all your jazz
Give me something that i need
Something i can have
Mrs. london′s coming round
She's coming with her son
Gimme all your paper ah
So i can get a gun
She has got it in for me
Yeah i mean it honestly
She′s so mean
Give me all your paper ma
So i can buy a train
They just wanna suck you in
To being one of them
Tell her that i'm not in here
Tell her i'm a freak
Tell her that i fall about
Every time i speak
She has got in for me
Yeah i mean it honestly
I just scream
Give me all your paper ma
So i can buy a train
I don′t know how i got in here
It′s making me insane
Have another cigarette
And have another cigarette
In a room where lovers go
Talking on the telephone
They have go it in for me
Yeah i mean it honestly
They all dream