Lyrics Peacock Suit - Paul Weller

Peacock Suit

Ive got a grapefruit matter
Its as sour as shit
I have no solutions
Better get used to it
I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I dont need you to ruffle the feathers — of my peacock suit
Im narcissus in a puddle
In shop windows I gloat
Like a ball of fleece lining
In my camel skin coat
I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I dont need you to ruffle the feathers — of my peacock suit
Did you think I should
Nemesis in a muddle
In a mirror I look
Like a streak of sheet lightnin
In my rattleskin shoes —
I dont need a ship to sail in stormy weather
I dont need you to ruffle the feathers — of my peacock suit
Did you think I should