Peacock Suit — текст песни (Paul Weller)

Ive got a grapefruit matter

Its as sour as shit

I have no solutions

Better get used to it

I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I dont need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suit

Im narcissus in a puddle

In shop windows I gloat

Like a ball of fleece lining

In my camel skin coat



I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I dont need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suit

Did you think I should



Nemesis in a muddle

In a mirror I look

Like a streak of sheet lightnin

In my rattleskin shoes -



I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I dont need you to ruffle the feathers - of my peacock suit

Did you think I should