Текст Pete Townshend – Body Language

Mix it up and make it nice
Cussed it once and cussed it twice
Talking chrome and whispering steel
Escargot and lemon peel

Beasting lips
And private art
Treat it like an auto part
Bored, ignored and charred too much
Now it’s me who’s out to lunch

Body language
Knee bone’s let it
Martian landing
Body language

And I, claiming warm welcome
Breast fed
Promises of buss lips
And then sleep
Dreams of tossing turning
In the market rubble
Like a rat comfortable and secure in hell
Mouths never speaking
All inferred, deferred
Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted
All that’s long gone
Face dancing, body language

Plastic metic flush it harder