Lady Madonna

текст песни Beatles, The

Lady Madonna children at your feet
Wonder how you managed to make ends meet
Who finds money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was heaven sent
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeps in like a nun
Monday's shild has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they'll run
Lady Madonna baby at your breast
Wonder how you managed to feed the rest
See how they'll run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

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