Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Common Touch, artist - Parenthetical Girls. Album song Privilege*, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 03.03.2013
Record label: Splendour
Song language: English
The Common Touch |
I came out of my mother |
Renowned for compounding numbers |
Came out of my mother |
With a head blessed with figures |
And with yours now above me |
Both long and unlovely |
I think we can safely say |
Such sums become me |
A tryst as disingenuous as this |
You know what I am |
So let’s not pretend |
You’re short on grace |
But you’ve an empty space |
But I fit just right |
Yes I fill just right |
Right, right |
I came out of my mother |
As pure as power |
You’re delicious and desperate |
And God knows where your dress went |
Still smug and smart, well bless your precious heart |
Will I stay the night |
Might I stay the night |
Forgive me if i respectfully decline |
Cause theres just no time |
And I’ve got my pride |
While wealth and waste may breed expensive taste |
It’s true what they say |
Take pleasure from the simple things you pass along the way |
Should fortunes fade, f course they do recede |
We feign no feinted praise |
But pity not the pretty things you break along the way |
There’s pleasure in the simple things you break |
Take pleasure from the simple things you break |