Flamenco

If telephone calls, I'm undercover at night

With letters and perfume, my day never reads [?]

Arms on my shoulders, like ropes round' my neck

You follow me around like a dog's one kick [?]

These feelings will never go on

These feelings I've kept through the years

Everyone tells you the patients of virgin

But everyone's lying to you that you don't know

No sense of absurd would cushion your blame

So often rejеcted, driving by name

And house and hotеls, and concerts, it's rare

I fucked you, and fed you, pretending to care

These feelings will never go on

These feelings I've kept through the years

Everyone tells you the patients of virgin

But everyone's lying to you that you don't know

[Instrumental Break]

So all of your babies are danger in God

You've sacrificed beauty, for futures, so bare

Fashioned by burdens, with cunning in style

So suffer and cry, don't ask me to care

These feelings will never go on

These feelings I've kept through the years

Everyone tells you the patients of virgin

But everyone's lying to you that you don't know