| I was just thirty-four years old and I was still wandering in a haze
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| I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were
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| Lost in a maze
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| I don’t know why I thought I should have some kind of
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| Divine right to the blues
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| It’s sympathy not tears people need when they’re the
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| Front page sad news
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| The incense burned away and the stench began to rise
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| And lovers now estranged avoided catching each others' eyes
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| And girls who lost their children cursed the men who fit the coil
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| And men not fit for marriage took their refuge in the oil
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| No one respects the flame quite like the fool who’s badly burned
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| From all this you’d imagine that there must be something learned
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| Slit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts
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| I don’t ever wear no ripped shirts
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| Can’t pretend that growing older never hurts
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| Knee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants
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| Have to be so drunk to try a new dance
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| So afraid of every new romance
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| Slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Jeanie isn’t wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| She wouldn’t dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Wouldn’t be seen dead in no slit skirt
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| Slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Jeanie isn’t wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| She wouldn’t dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Wouldn’t be seen dead in no slit skirt
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| Romance, romance, why aren’t we thinking up romance?
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| Why can’t we drink it up true heart romance
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| Just need a brief new romance
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| Let me tell you some more about myself, you know I’m sitting at home just now
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| The big events of the day are passed and the late TV shows have come around
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| I’m number one in the home team, but I still feel unfulfilled
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| A silent voice in her broken heart complaining that I’m unskilled
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| And I know that when she thinks of me, she thinks of me as him
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| But, unlike me, she don’t work off her frustration in the gym
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| Recriminations fester and the past can never change
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| A woman’s expectations run from both ends of the range
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| Once she walked with untamed lovers' face between her legs
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| Now he’s cooled and stifled and it’s she who has to beg
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| Slit skirts, Jeanie never wears those slit skirts
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| And I don’t ever wear no ripped shirts
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| Can’t pretend that growing older never hurts
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| Knee pants, Jeanie never wears no knee pants
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| We have to be so drunk to try a new dance
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| So afraid of every new romance
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| Slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Jeanie isn’t wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| She wouldn’t dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Wouldn’t be seen dead in no slit skirt
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| Slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Jeanie isn’t wearing those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| She wouldn’t dare in those slit skirts, slit skirt
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| Wouldn’t be seen dead in no slit skirt
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| Romance, romance, why aren’t we thinking up romance?
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| Why can’t we drink it up true heart romance
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| Just need a brief new romance |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slit Skirts , by - Pete Townshend. Song from the album All The Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes, in the genre Иностранный рок