paroles de chanson Andy's Babies - Lloyd Cole & The Commotions

Does it hurt to be polite
Or is it just cool to be unkind
Must you always hurt the ones you love
And then get paid back in kind
Andy is fine but his taste is not mine
Let me tell you
I don't mean maybe
I'm getting really tired of Andy's babies

Some say that children should be seen and not heard
That's what I'd prefer

Let's go down town for a while
I'm sure you'll be forced to smile
When you see Andy's babies
And their bohemian lifestyle
Andy is a saint
But I'm losing my patience
I really don't mean maybe
Don't even want to talk about Andy's babies

So when he says his children will inherit the Earth
Isn't that absurd
In a word

Trudy's in the bathroom
She's trying to clean up her act
And Donald's gone to Mass
Yes we are thankful for that
It's eight in the morning
And still you can't get no sleep
On account of "Perfect Day"
And all this "White Light, White Heat"
Isn't that sweet