Jethro Tull - Like A Tall Thin Girl: lyrics de la chanson

Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.
I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want.
I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat
when I saw her framed in the kitchen door.
She looked good enough to eat.
(And I mean eat.)
She was a tall thin girl. She looked like a tall thin girl.
She said, "Whose is this carry-out?" My face turned chilli red.
Well, I don't know about carrying out, but you can carry
me off to bed.
(And I mean bed.)
She was a tall thin girl. She moved like a tall thin girl.
Maybe I can fetch for it, and maybe I can stretch for it.

I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small
but when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground
This girl was tall.
(And I mean tall.)
Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine