Richard O'Brien все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The low autumn sun of the late afternoon
Brings sweet heaven's fire and desire to the room
You hold me so gently our hearts intertwine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
or part thereof - you're mine
Still running from life and hiding from death
I lay here beside you, your touch stays my breath
If this is illicit we're partners in crime

Each one treads their separate path
Some steep, some straight, some narrow
Some play a game of psychopath
And some play Five Card Tarot
Some flounce and pounce and then renounce
The World all its joys
They've had their fun and now they're done
Running with the noisy boys

I'm not a loco with motive to suture myself
I've been a cynic for too many years
Playing doctor and nurse, it can be good for your health
I've seen clinics with those gimmicks in Tangiers
But if you open your heart to a smooth operator
He'll take you for all that you've got
He'll hand you a curse that'll be with you later
It'll shake you the way he takes off like a shot