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Текст (слова) песни: cowboy junkies - Floorboard Blues
Look under his floorboards, mama,
I dont trust his silly grin
Hes got a beat-up rambler, nebraska plates,
And I aint getting in
I dont like the way his pinky ring
Picks up the dashboard light
Or his short little piggy fingers
Or the way his belt is cinched too tight
Check under his floorboards, mama,
I dont like his suggestive tone
The way his words drip from his mouth
As he asks can I take you home?
I dont care how many miles I got,
I think Id rather walk them alone
Than to sit in the back seat
As his eyes in the mirror
Reduce me to flesh and bone
Check under his floorboards, mama,
cause that razors not just a threat to me
Hell be slicing tiny crescents from your heart,
Without laying a sweaty palm to your cheek
Dont accuse me of running scared,
Listen to what Im saying
Its a fucked up ol world, but this ol girl
Well, she aint giving in
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