| You’re not leaving so descreet,
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| Just creeping out on me.
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| Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes,
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| You’ll find some other’s bed to sleep.
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| So don’t look back, it is too late,
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| No story to be told.
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| This creepin' mess you left for me,
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| Promising that you’d be home.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| Your dirty friends and underwear,
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| Keep hanging 'round my room.
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| The lonely pictures that you paint
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| Are creepin' to their doom.
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| So don’t look back it is too late,
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| No story to be told.
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| These creepin' friends you left for me,
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| Saying your promise to be home.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease.
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| You don’t know what I mean,
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| Creepin' jean’s a disease. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creeping Jean , by - The Kinks. Song from the album Hidden Treasures, in the genre Иностранный рок