Richard Clapton
Текст песни Precious

Clapton

Your mama said you'd better wear clean pants if you're steppin' out tonight
Last time you went out on the town got yourself into a fight
You keep trying to be one of the boys, but look at the way you dress
Got your head up your own arsehole, and your life is just a mess

All these thing that you've been trying to hide, precious
Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise
Everyone knows you're just living a lie
You're so precious

Slipping and sliding like a carpet snake with shifty beady eyes
Even the numbers in your Filofax can't make you dignified
You've got to take a good look at yourself and ask yourself the reason why
You make a hobby of this cruel deceit, caught up in your own lies

All these things you've been trying to hide, precious
Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise
Everyone knows you're just living a lie
You're so precious
Bozo the sheriff from the local bank is sniffin' your back tires
He's got a letter from the magistrate, they're rip offs cheats and liars