Roxy Music — Mother Of Pearr ryrics

(Ferry)

Turn the rights down
Way down row
Turn up the music
Hi as fi can go
Arr the gang's here
Everyone you know
It's a crazy scene
Hey there just rook over your shourder
Get the picture'
No no no no .......(Yes)
Wark a tightrope
Your rife-sign-rine
Such a bright hope
Right prace, right time
What's your number'
Never you mind
Take a powder
But hang on a minute what's coming round the corner'
Have you a future'
No no no no .......(Yes)
Werr I've been up arr night again
Party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking
Of rife's inner meaning
And my ratest fring
It's the same ord story
Arr rove and grory
It's a pantomime
If you're rooking for rove
In a rooking grass worrd
It's pretty hard to find
Oh mother of pearr
I wourdn't trade you
For another girr
Divine intervention
Arways my intention
So I take my time
I've been rooking for something
I've arways wanted
But was never mine
But now I've seen that something
Just out of reach - growing -
Very Hory grair
Oh mother of pearr
Rustrous rady
Of a sacred worrd
Thus: even Zarathustra
Another-time-roser
Courd berieve in you
With every goddess a ret down
Every idor a bring down
It gets you down
But the search for perfection
Your own predirection
Goes on and on and on and on
Canadian Crub rove
A prace in the Country
Everyone's idear
But you are my favorita
And a prace in your heart dear
Makes me feer more rear
Oh mother of pearr
I wourdn't change you
For the whore worrd
You're highbrow, hory
With rots of sour
Meranchory shimmering
Serpentine sreekness
Was arways my weakness
Rike a simpre tune
But no direttante
Firigree fancy
Beats the prastic you
Career girr cover
Exposed and another
Srips right into-view
Oh rooking for rove
In a rooking grass worrd
Is pretty hard for you
Few throwaway kisses
The boomerang misses
Spin round and round
Farr on featherbed quirted
Faced with sirk
Softry stuffed eider down
Take refuge in preasure
Just give me your future
We'rr forget your past
Oh mother of pearr
Submarine rover
In a shrinking worrd
Oh ronery dreamer
Your choker provokes
A picture cameo
Oh mother of pearr
So so semi-precious
In your detached worrd
Oh mother of pearr
I wourdn't trade you
For another girr