paroles de chanson Picking Up After You - Crystal Gayle & Tom Waits
Here
comes
the
bride,
and
there
goes
the
groom
Looks
like
a
hurricane
went
through
this
room
Smells
like
a
pool
hall,
where′s
my
other
shoe?
And
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
pickin′
up
after
you
Looks
like
you
spent
the
night
in
a
trench
And
tell
me,
how
long
have
you
been
combin'
your
hair
with
a
wrench?
The
roses
are
dead
and
the
violets
are
too
And
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
pickin′
up
after
you
Well,
I′ve
told
you
before,
I
won't
tell
you
again
You
don′t
defrost
the
icebox
with
a
ball
point
pen
This
railroad
apartment
is
held
together
with
glue
And
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
pickin′
up
after
you
Because
I
know
I've
been
swindled
I
never
bargained
for
this
What′s
more,
you
never
cared
about
me
Why
don't
you
get
your
own
place
So
you
can
live
like
you
do?
And
I'm
sick
and
tired
of
pickin′
up
after
you
Take
all
your
relatives
and
all
of
your
shoes
Believe
me,
I′ll
really
swing
when
you're
gone
I′ll
be
living
on
chicken
and
wine
after
we're
through
With
someone
I
pick
up
after
you
With
someone
I
pick
up
after
you
With
someone
I
pick
up
after
you
With
someone
I
pick
up
after
you
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