Текст песни Gwyneth Herbert — A Little Less

She
Wears her thoughts on her sleeve
Always taught to believe
Compromise is a dirty word
Says just be who you are
Make your luck when you can
Find a man who will kiss your scars
Fills her sandals with glee
Holds her handles with love
Says her scar is a maple tree
Wears her body with pride
Shares her teardrops with ease
Opens up and lets him inside
Lets him inside, lets him inside...
With every little knock, at 20p a throw.
Mary, Mary, have I got far to go?
Just let it tell your story, blow by blow.
The world
Spins her luck into gold
And her story is told
In a sentence that’s not her own
Hides her thoughts up her sleeve
And her maple has grown
And her sandals are growing cold
Her man
Holds escape in his hand
Drapes her branches with love
He is somewhere she once belonged
Hides her body in shame
And her teardrops in song
Closes up and keeps him outside
Keeps him outside, keeps him outside...
And she says Mary, Mary, how’s your maple grow?
With every little knock, at 20p a throw.
Mary, Mary, have I got far to go?
Just let it tell your story, blow by blow
With every little knock, at 20p a throw.
Mary, Mary, have I got far to go?
Just let it tell your story, blow by blow.