Текст песни Interpol Roland

My best friend's a butcher
He has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town
At least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowing!
My best friend's from Poland
And, umm, he has a beard
They caught him with his case
In that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments secretly
You like that?
He always took the time
To speak with me
I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly
You like that?
He always took the time
He always took the time

My best friend's a butcher
He has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town
At least he tries
Oh look it stopped snowing!

My best friend's from Poland
And, umm, he has a beard
They caught him with his case
In that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments secretly
You like that?
He always took the time
To speak with me
I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly
You like that?
He was growing on me

Текст добавил WalterBrown 20.8.2009 12:54

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