Body Language Songtext
von Pete Townshend

Mix it up and make it nice
Custard once and custard twice
Talking chrome and whispering steel
Escargot and lemon peel

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Body language
Remove the bandage
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Busking up some private art
Treated like an auto part
Bored, ignored and charged too much
Now it′s me who's out to lunch


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Kneebones at it
Martian landing
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An eye claiming warm welcome
Breastfed promises of lost lips and then sleep
Dreams of tossing, turning in the market rubble
Like a rat
Comfortable and secure in hell
Mouths never speaking
All inferred, deferred, not even spluttered
Never screamed or shouted
All that′s long gone

Ice dancing body language
Fusty minty flush of fodder
Cold machismo working larder
Never try to touch me
Not that thing, it's far too rusty
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