Текст песни
Darling,
I'm
with
St
Bernard's
And
we
are
scouring
the
Alps
and
the
Andes
And
if
they
die
then
it
is
on
my
head
They
follow
paw
prints
in
the
snow
to
my
throne,
to
my
bed
You're
pouting
in
your
sleep,
I'm
waking
still
yawning
We're
proving
to
each
other
that
romance
is
boring
Sure,
there
are
things
I
could
do
if
I
was
half
prepared
to
Prove
to
each
other
that
romance
is
boring
Start
as
you
mean
to
continue
Complacent
and
self-involved
You're
trying
not
to
be
nervous
If
you
were
trying
at
all
I
will
wake,
I
will
bake
phallic
cake
Take
your
diffidence,
make
it
my
clubhouse
But
my
strength's
within
lies,
ventricle
cauterised
It's
the
way
of
living
that
I
espouse
You're
pouting
in
your
sleep,
I'm
waking
still
yawning
We're
proving
to
each
other
that
romance
is
boring
Sure,
there
are
things
I
could
do
if
I
was
half
prepared
to
Prove
to
each
other
that
romance
is
boring
We
are
two
ships
that
pass
in
the
night!
You
and
I,
we
are
nothing
alike!
I
am
a
pleasure
cruise!
You
are
gone
out
to
trawl!
Return
nets
empty,
nothing
at
all!
You're
pouting
in
your
sleep,
I'm
waking
still
yawning
We're
proving
to
each
other
that
romance
is
boring
Sure,
there
are
things
I
could
do
if
I
was
half
prepared
to
Prove
to
each
other
that
romance
is
boring
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