Tytuł: Complaints

• Wykonawca: Sparks
• Wyświetleń: 352

Nothing in the world is perfect
   Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
   Complaints, it's my department
   Complaints, it's my department
   Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight
   Just give it back, no questions asked
  
   Nothing in the world is perfect
   Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
   Complaints, stereophonic
   Complaints, it's ironic
   How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chorus
   Just give it back, no questions asked
  
   I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams
   A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped
   Just give it back, no questions asked
  
   Nothing in the world is perfect
   Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
   Complaints, there's too many hours
   Complaints, the bosses cower
   Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining
   Take her to Spain, hear her complain
  
   Now she says she is expecting
   That's my fault for not protecting
   Her from all the risks of passion
   She's complaining, she's old-fashioned
  
   Just give it back, no questions asked
  
   Complaints, it's my department
   Complaints, it's my department