Вступление
Between Twenty-Nine and Danger
I made up my mind today while makin’ up my bed
That I’ll make up my face instead of makin’ up some bread
Tired to putin’ up with someone who puts me down
So I put on my brand new dress and I sneak off to town
Chorus:
Between twenty-nine and danger in the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet,
Would be sweet relief to me
While he took a bath I took his car keys from the shelf
And I went through his (?) and for once I helped myself
I’ve washed socks and shirts and dishes for that man
But today the only thing I’m washing is my hands
Chorus
I’m not old, I’m like my car, I’ve got some good years left
But the thought of growing old with him scares me to death
Got to learn to walk alone before he makes me crawl
I’d rather be a (?) tramp than nothing at all
Chorus
by: José Duarte
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