Текст песни: My Mother's Handbag + перевод

I used to love the smell

Of my mother’s handbag

I wondered what was there inside

I once tried to sneak my hand in

To see what I could find

A packet of mints

A picture of me

A small leather purse

And a front door key

I used to love the taste

Of my mother’s dinners

Her Sunday roast was great

Silence fell upon the family

As the spuds fill our china plate

A piece of pie

A pot of cream

Doing the dishes

Our plates so clean

And I used to play beneath the table

While all her friends would pray

I was destined for the life of Riley

Not for the tears of Johnny Ray

I was always on my own

Secretly playing my make out games

Pushing my cars along the street

Playing with the firework flames

And Paul was young

And just like me

We sailed our boats

Way out to sea

And I used to play beneath the table

While all her friends would pray

I was destined for the life of Riley

Not for the tears of Johnny Ray

What a good boy

I had become

Tied to my mother’s apron strings

A simple life

Became highly strung

On a sofa with popped out springs

Here today

The lark ascends

Me and my life

Of imaginary friends

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