Squeeze
Heaven
Bar illuminations shiver, shadows on the street The Cypriot sailors find the world back at their feet Endless days of tobacco, nights by the radio I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven, heavenThe beer mats are wading in a table of froth The bar girl is serving with a check drying cloth She'll bend over backwards, even though she's knackered I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven, heavenLike the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m. Heavens round the corner in a comfortable bed, and I love her. The officers and seamen elbow places at the bar Words that tempt the goddess don't leave beats upon the heart But she'll service his pleasure and never know the treasure That his wife keeps forever up in heaven, heavenThe first light of the morning proves too much for the street No one sees each other just their presence there to meetYour chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnelAnd the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven, heavenLike the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m. Heavens round the corner in a comfortable bed, and I love her.
From Letras Mania