Doc Waffles - Eleanor Roosevelt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Doc Waffles]

Begging, knocking. Leggings, stockings
Off brand cough syrup and glass bottom boat rides
Notarized rights to goodnights, dynamite your tights
In big hotel rooms...real nice ice machines
Dadas, Kinoks. Tatas, knee socks
6 mile and Dex. have you wait in the car at the weed spot
Freezy pop, popular rock
I wasn't in those red lobster pictures them bullshits were mocked...ask anyone
Loch Ness Monster seeks fresh skeptical inquiry
And bathing suit mystery shoppers, whisper me nothings
Read "Mysteries" underthings all over the king size
Bite me, spank me. Nighties, blankies
A tidy little mess
Heat shut off who'd climb out a Prince's bed to dress?
Late night shop at home
Poke you like I type on Coronas. Nice transcript
Library fitting chase sensible heal windmill
What's spun for the spurned?
Uncertain numbers of birds
Summers, autumns. Rubbers, rawness
Springtime for Paul Swann, more cough syrup to nod
Newport Between the teeth, green petite Lawrence Street
Eleanor can write with her feet and read French
But she doesn't want to sing me to sleep

[Hook - Doc Waffles]

So I'm like "Eleanor, sweet heart, I don't want to have to beg you for it
Eleanor, I don't want to have you sweat you for it

[Verse 2 - Doc Waffles]

I'd wifey you right now to hasten the nighty night now
Cooing humming. Looming bumping
Sing me neat absinthe, Adam Green, Glady Knight
Frankie Avalon would be tight
My flight path tree city to Corktown for "good morning your highness" shit
On golden age highways: 94-96
Eleanor snores when she's blitzed its edgy comedy
Withholds lullabies even when she promised me
Marcel Jr. seeks bubble bath accompaniest
And Trumbleplex sex on the beach. Teach me a lesson
Leave baby lemonheads all over the prince's bed
Faded, cloudy. Naked, drowsy
A lousy little tune
Baby all I want's some Wave Pictures while we spoon
Late nigt all alone
Bright first edition of Gatsby, light dampstain
Fine leather binding chase heaven can wait bookplate
What's chopped up on mirrors? Uncertain numbers of years
Parties, menthols. Barbies, Ken dolls
Spend all the money on bubblebath accoutraments
With spinach pie stuck in your teeth. Good look Brooklyn St
Eleanor can write with her feet and read French
But she doesn't want to sing me to sleep

[Hook - Doc Waffles]

So I'm like "Eleanor, sweet heart, I don't want to have to beg you for it
Eleanor, I don't want to have you sweat you for it