In The Backroom |
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In The Backroom Lyrics |
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 When Señoritas walk at night,Habañeros on the move, It`s music to their ears in the backroom. If there`s money to be made, And it`s a hundred in the shade and in the backroom, She`s sentimental like the last Of the foreigners running past her to the backroom. And if things aren`t sweet in Mecca She`ll be begging for forgiveness in the vacuum. They`re taking pains with California, And they`re guaranteeing boredom for the monsoon. And apart from what was offered There were mothers buying orphans at the auction Youre much better off in Twos If you`re coming to see the carnage in the backroom. Doubled over on the table I was concentrating harder in the backroom. Weaving in and out of consciousness Hiding out behind the entrance to the backroom. It took longer than expected: They had difficulty swallowing capsules. We had a keener nose for trouble Than the sniffer-dogs at Heathrow - You`d be trousers down in no time in the backroom. Almost nothing in the papers... Told me it happened when they emptied out the backroom. |
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