Texty písní Joan Armatrading

Joan Armatrading

Body To Dust

I thought I had a lot, I opened my eyes at eight

It's past one and I never said good morning

Hold on there, wait, don't run away, I'm only talking

Don't move a finger for one kiss

You can take all my pretty moonlight

That's money to me

Take charge of my reasoning

Hold on, take a hold of me

Make the body beautiful

A huge old barrel, rust my car if you must

Just don't go giving too much of yourself to everyone

I swear, turn my body into dust

Just show me a clean face

Clean as can be

Either keep your hands to yourself

Or stretch out and give them to me

Need much more from you than twenty four hours

So much I don't have to rush

Just don't go promoting yourself to everybody

I'll sell my soul for your trust

There's so much that I want to do

All I need is time

No cost to you if you just go 'bout your business

And leave me along to unwind for a long time