Текст песни The Rascals - Stockings To Suit

Manners to endure
Sculptures still sore
Thinking of someone
As the imagination it runs away
Grateful I begin to play

Euphoric in schemes
Scattered through dreams
Prophetic she seems
But I know in the end you ll come crawling back
Oh how I have to laugh

Profound in her wake
Coked up on dates
There s she goes again
As she s scratching out the eyes of the ones in the suits
Black painted nails with stockings to suit
And she s wiping up the thread
Talking on the dead
And she s playing with their name
Startling the main (?)
Scourging the frames
So I went along with her
What else could I do?
What else could I do?
What else could I do?

Elections of ideas
Tantalize my ears
And saaaaay
And they say.

Profound in her wake
Coked up on dates
There s she goes again
With stockings to suit
What else could I do?
With stockings to suit
What else could I do?
And with stockings to suit
What else could I