From The Hip — текст песни (Lloyd Cole)

This ones from the hip

Oh mother you have sorely misjudged me

It should have been whipped

Out of me

Without a father figured i

Yeh I concluded then that im

Not for spitting on

This ones from the hip

My love I should have warned you about me

It never got whipped

Out of me

Me and my modesty and

Mother your wretched son wont

Take his medicine

Not i

I dont care anymore

Im sick and Im tired

And I dont care anymore

This ones from the hip

Why should I know why?

Its a wicked world

Ive had it up to here

Sweet jesus I should have warned you about me

Its sure to end in tears

And misery

Without a father figured i

Yeh I concluded then that im

Not for spitting on

Not i...

Why should I know why should I care?

Whos telling me what I should wear?

Mother your wretched son is hooked on his medicine

I dont care anymore

Im sick and Im tired

And I dont care anymore

This ones from the hip

Why should I know why

Its a wicked world