22 Acacia Avenue (Akác fasor 22)
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely,
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue, meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time,
and you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for,
everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time,
for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me,
you might even get it free
So any time you're down in the East
End, don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it,
she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all
of this madness?
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men, don't you
know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of
forty I bet you'll regret
the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know, you won't
have any beautiful wares
to show any more
22, the Avenue, that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside, the
red lights burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped
this mad life? Don't you
ever think about the bad times?
Why do you have to live this way? Do
you enjoy your lay or is it the pay?
Sometimes when you're strolling down
the Avenue The way you walk it
makes men think of having you
When you're walking down the street,
everybody stops
and turns to stare at you
22, the Avenue, that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside, the
red lights burning bright tonight
Beat her, mistreat her, do anything
that you please
Bite her, excite her, make her get
down on her knees
Abuse her, misuse her, she can take
all that you've got
Caress her, molest her, she always
does what you want
(3:50-Solo: Dave Murray)
You're running away don't you know what you're doing?
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
(5:31-Solo: Adrian Smith) |
