The Function of The Orgasm — текст песни (White Town)

Its half past eight, and Im waiting

In a beautiful place

Anticipating everything well do

And all well say.

Till your father sees you again



Now I dont know just what youre doing

Is it me or him

That youre screwing?

But I dont care and you dont care

When youre here



Now the storm is here

I see you running

Your face full of tears.

So red and burning

And I cant work out

How you spend

Another day with him



Just say the word

You know Ill do it

Im waiting for you

Just let me do it

And we can run away to another place.

Less full of fear.