Peacock Suit

Peacock Suit - Paul Weller

Written by：Paul Weller

I've got a grape fruit matter

It's as sour as sh*t

I have no solutions

Better get used to it

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I don't need you to ruffle the feathers

Of my Peacock suit

My Peacock suit

I'm narcissus in a puddle

In shop windows I gloat

Like a ball of fleece lining

In my camel skin coat

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I don't need you to ruffle the feathers

Of my Peacock suit

Did you think I should

Of my Peacock suit

I don't feel good

Here comes back

The stormy weather

Nemesis in a muddle

In a mirror I look

Like a streak of sheet lightnin'

In my rattle skin shoes

I don't need a ship to sail in stormy weather

I don't need you to ruffle the feathers

Of my Peacock suit

Did you think I should

My Peacock suit

Did you think I should

Got smoth girl

You got smoth girl

You got smoth girl

You got smoth girl yeah