paroles de chanson Helen of Troy (Live) - John Cale

Oh, d'you see that, him standing in the street?
Mmm, he looks so big
Listen, baby, I've seen it before
He's running round with all the boys
Oh, love him
Mmm, big thighs
Creepy, creepy in the dark
Shiny, shiny Joan of Arc
When the moonlight starts its glow
Cold hard Helen, Queen of [...]
She's got Christmas, got thunderstorms
Like a baby, never, never been balled
She's got fat men, vermin in disguise
In the cold rooms of her eyes
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, look at them three dolces
Big thighs of oiled men
Oh listen, it's got to go right into my arms and stay
Big fat mama done me wrong
Left me hanging all alone
But that bitch is as old, is as old, is as old
Is as old as that dirty crone right out there
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Mercy, mercy, mercy me
I'm so scared, please comfort me
I don't wanna be, don't wanna be your banshee boy
Paying like the House of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Oh, Helen of Troy
Standing there among the lights
Your eyes shining bright
I want you all of the time
Soon your body and all of you, mine
Lubricate me, don't hate me
But you are swimming