Crash Test Dummies - Sunday Dress текст песни

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I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed

How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin in my head

And whod have ever thought Id not complain about a mess

Servers me right I guess

This is what I get

For eatin crackers with my gin

And drinkin in my sunday dress

The telephone is by the bottle, which is always by my bed

From time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that its not dead

I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes

I love to play the part of the damsel in distress

Flickin ashes in my coffee

Drinkin in my sunday dress

Well Ive been on the road to this and Ive been on the way to this

But whod athink itd come to this

Dont let on youve seem me like this

My old transistors sounding just as twangy as a fender

My radiator growls like elvis after sunday dinner

Ive drained my last tequila and Ive thrown away the blender

Ive poured out all the wine

From how on nothin but the best

Cognac and pasty cline while drinkin in my sunday dress

Well Ive been on the road to this and Ive been on the way to this

I surely aint a hypocrite

Ive had my fun and now I must confess

Our reverend is a kingly soul

Repents em on a dime

His Bible is not inked in gold

Hes not the cheatin kind

One sunday after meetin

I was in the greetin line

He said Ive seen you from the altar

Gulpin down communion wine

Just remember whos beside you

When its no business of mine

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