Текст песни Honeymoon Croon - Bauhaus
Honeymoon
croon
tonight
Sew
my
socks
tonight
Say
whose
on
the
tiles
tonight
Lurking
lipstick
tickle
fickle
Marylin′s
on
Send
her
by
air
mail,
paravion
Certificate
of
X-tacy
in
my
head
Hire
out
Sybil
Vase
for
my
bed
Croon
croon
tonight
Honeymoon
tonight
Sew
my
socks
tonight,
tonight
The
stranger
arrives,
the
gun
still
warm
20
years
to
old
used
to
form
Turns
out
to
be
an
old
trick
From
her
senior
service,
senior
service
She
insists
on
tying
down
After
the
soldier
sailor
curfew
All
alone
in
the
cathedral
bar
She
preys
in
dockland
He
asked
to
see
her
hidden
side
She,
the
color
of
his
money,
color
of
his
money
Honeymoon
croon
tonight,
sew
my
sock
tonight
I
say,
"Whose
on
the
tiles
tonight?"
I
say,
"Honeymoon"
Marylin's
fading
fast
better
get
straight
The
catch
from
the
sidewalk
is
in
a
state
The
sound
of
footsteps,
mummy′s
here
I'll
be
her
good
boy,
I'll
never
fear
Better
fix
her
drink
tonight
Bed
time
comes
Must
blot
out
this
use
my
gun
Honeymoon
tonight,
croon
croon
tonight
Honeymoon
croon
tonight
Sew
my
sock
tonight
I
say,
"Whose
on
the
tiles
tonight?′
I
say,
"Honeymoon"
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