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• Artiste: Floating Men (The)
• Titre: Cheap Rags
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She was sizing me up She was staring you down She glared at me and growled my eyes looked lovely on her gown She was feeling us out To see who's daring who She sighed and cooed your lipstick sure looked lovely on her shoe She curled up and purred In a wrought iron bed You closed your eyes and whispered, “She looks gorgeous in red” She said, “The Jag really brings out my bag and my shoes I need leathers, pearls and diamonds Bring me feathers, furs and fools” She wore our wind on her wastelands She wore our hearts on her sleeve She pinned the medal of our sins to her gown She was only wearing you and me around We swung from her rafters and her grand chandelier I drank from her slipper with her tongue in my ear We crawled through her stairwells, her cellars, and her halls We rattled all her windows and left cracks in all her walls She wore our wind on her wastelands She wore our hearts on her sleeve She pinned the medal of our sins to her gown She was only wearing you and me around She said, “Sin only wears us all around for a while We rise into fashion, then we fall out of style” Now we're tattered on her barbed wire And scattered on her thorns We're litter on her roadside and we're fodder for her scorn She wore our wind on her wastelands She wore our hearts on her sleeve She pinned the medal of our scent to her gown She was only wearing you and me around