Dont Go Home With Your HardOn — текст песни (Leonard Cohen)

I was born in a beauty salon

My father was a dresser of hair

My mother was a girl you could call on

When you called she was always there



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But dont go home with your hard-on

It will only drive you insane

You cant shake it (or break it) with your motown

You cant melt it down in the rain



Ive looked behind all of the faces

That smile you down to your knees

And the lips that say, come on, taste us

And when you try to, they make you say please



Here comes your bride with her veil on

Approach her, you wretch, if you dare

Approach her, you ape with your tail on

Once you have her shell always be there



So I work in that same beauty salon

Im chained to the old masquerade

The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone

I follow my fathers trade



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