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Through these gash old rags These racks and grates and straps of bags Like a berry in the leaves Or a swallow in the rotten eaves I see your beautiful feminine eye I watch it reflect the moving sky Tapping my foot to your favourite tracks Leaking from your headphone backs In these ropes and poles With "PLEASE WAIT HERE" and aching soles Like a diamond in the rough Or an emerald in a crimson cuff I saw your elegant feminine eye I watch it watching the clock tick by Tapping your foot to my favourite tracks Leaking from my headphone backs Aus Songtexte Mania