Belle and Sebastian - Mornington Crescent Lyrics
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Mornington Crescent
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What Are The Lyrics For Mornington Crescent By Belle and Sebastian?
Mornington Crescent
I think of you Rain in the southeast Men feeling blue Men with their bowlers Kids with their spats Ladies with chauffeurs Dogs wearing hats and jackets Rich apartments Old punk posters Tartan garments I love the exquisite array I love the camp as camp parade The possibilities suggest themselves to me I'm feeling free Mornington Crescent The sun in the east I've got a job on For a Senegalese rich arbitrator In African law To paint his apartment, strip down the walls Came down between us lately Lust and want and need just caved in 'Is it wise?' The answer's no It never is but since you ask We pause thoughtfully, for twenty seconds reprieve Then it's off with the briefs Mornington Crescent Sin is my game We'll all be lined up Irrelevant fame Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk I was a joker, the wannabe punk that got lucky Had a good time Life became fruitless Egotistic swine to all your friends All the ladies and the men The possibilities suggest themselves to me We're a little too free |
Who Wrote Mornington Crescent By Belle and Sebastian?
Bob Kildea, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Richard Colburn, Sarah Martin, Stephen Jackson, Stuart Murdoch
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What's The Duration Of The Mornington Crescent By Belle and Sebastian?The duration of Mornington Crescent is 5:29 minutes and seconds. |
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