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Love is a Bourgeois Construct

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Love is a Bourgeois Construct 歌詞

Love is a Bourgeois Construct - Pet Shop Boys (寵物店男孩)

I've been taking my time for a long time

 

Putting my feet up a lot

 

Speaking English as a foreign language

 

Any words that I haven't forgot

 

I've been thinking how I can't be bothered

 

To wash the dishes or remake the bed

 

What's the point when I could dust instead

 

I've been hanging out with various riffraff

 

Somewhere on the Goldhawke Road

 

I don't think it's gonna be much longer

 

Till I'm mugging up on the penal codes

 

So I've given up on the bourgeoisie

 

Like all their aspirations it's a fantasy

 

When you walked out you did me a favor

You made me see reality

 

That love is a bourgeois construct

 

It's a blatant fallacy

 

You won't see me with a bunch of roses

 

Promising fidelity

 

Love doesn't mean a thing to me

 

Talking tough and feeling bitter

 

We're better now it's clear to me

 

That love is a bourgeois construct

 

So I've given up the bourgeoisie

 

Bourgeois Bourgeoisie

 

While the bankers all get their bonuses

 

I'll just get along with what I've got

 

Watching the weeds in the garden

 

Putting my feet up a lot

 

I'll explore the outer limits of boredom

 

Moaning periodically

 

Just a full-time lonely lay about

 

That's me

 

When you walked out you did me a favor

 

It's absolutely clear to me

 

That love is a bourgeois construct

 

Just like they said at university

 

I've been taking my time for a long time

With all the schadenfreude it's cost

 

Calculating what you've lost

 

Now I'm digging through my student paper bags

 

Flicking through Karl Marx again

 

Searching for the soul of England

Drinking tea like Tony Benn

 

Love is just a bourgeois construct

 

So I'm giving up the bourgeoisie

 

Until you come back to me

 

Bourgeois Bourgeoisie

 

Talking tough and feeling bitter

 

We're better now it's clear to me

 

That love is a bourgeois construct

 

 

So I've given up the bourgeoisie