Bosse-de-Nage - Washerwoman - benzer sanatçılar tarafından şarkı sözleri ve sözleri

Kishore Kumar Hits — Bosse-de-Nage - Washerwoman şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Bosse-de-Nage

albüm: All Fours

On the other side of the glass, the night asserts its authority;
But we are inside, suspended by spirits, and preserved in a healthful light that fills the room
And shines out through large windows to the edge of the clearing.
Twigs crack like whips as a woman emerges from the forest.
She steps forth, bearing a dark cylinder;
It stands in prominent contrast to her nudity
As she moves into the light.
The room is crowded, but I'm the only one
Watching as she takes the cylinder into her mouth.
She smashes the window with that object.
It lands at my feet—a bar of black soap, rigid and wet.
The party stands transfixed as she crawls through the broken glass.
The light grows dim,
And with her mouth full of lather she announces,
"I come from the City of Hair beyond the
Wrinkled Mountain and I will not rest
Until I've washed every penis in this room."

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