Clean room, low price

Clean room, low price, that’s what I need
I’m looking for some clean room, low price, that’s what I need
I can’t go home again
I can’t go home again no, no, no
But nobody on this planet looked for
Five long minutes in my wife’s eyes,
Nobody, believe me, nobody
My wife and I sittin' in this restaurant and then comes
This fuckin’ beauty with his white collar, white collar
And my wife became nervous, nervous
We’ve been so happy for so many years
And now? I’d better go to the south
Nobody should try to look into my wife’s brown eyes
Nobody should try to look into my wife’s brown eyes
That brings bad luck , that brings bad luck
But a man is a man and when the time arrives
He should stand his ground
That’s what I do, that’s what I do
Clean room, low price, that’s what I need
I’m looking for some clean room, low price, that’s what I need
I can’t go home again
I can’t go home again no, no, no
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That brings bad luck , that brings bad luck
But a man is a man and when the time arrives
He should stand his ground
That’s what I do, yeah, that’s my story