Текст песни Lily Allen - Pussy Palace
Don't come home, I don't want you in my bed
Go to the apartment in the West Village instead
I'll drop off your clothes, your mail and medication
I'm already on my way, heading to the station
Stuck on the F, there's a problem on the line
I couldn't be more stressed, I'm losing my mind
Up to the first floor, key in the front door
Nothing's ever gonna be the same anymore
[Pre-Chorus]
And that's when I realised (Realised)
Something don't feel right
[Chorus]
I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no
[Verse 2]
I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters
From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better
Sheets pulled off the bed, they're strewn all on the floor
Long black hair, probably from the night before
Duane Reade bag with the handles tied
Sex toys, butt plugs, lube inside
Hundreds of Trojans, you're so fucking broken
How'd I get caught up in your double life?
[Pre-Chorus]
And that's when I realised (Realised)
Something don't feel right
[Chorus]
I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no
[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
[Chorus]
I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no
О чём эта песня
Это язвительный, злой и одновременно почти комичный рассказ о женщине, которая приезжает в квартиру партнёра в Вест-Виллидж и вместо обещанного додзё обнаруживает настоящий «pussy palace» — логово секса, измен и двойной жизни. Настроение — смесь шока, обиды и сарказма: героиня едет через застрявший поезд F, нервничает, а в квартире находит коробку из-под обуви с письмами от разбитых сердец, волосы на простынях, пакет Duane Reade с секс-игрушками, смазкой и сотнями презервативов. Приём — навязчивый повтор в припеве, где «pussy palace» и «dojo» сталкиваются как горькая шутка, а «low blow» рифмуется с ударом ниже пояса и оральной двусмысленностью. Она прямо спрашивает, не сексоголик ли он, и понимает, что всё прежнее больше не будет как раньше. Контекст — типично нью-йоркская география: Вест-Виллидж, метро, аптека на углу, — но главное здесь не место, а крах доверия и ощущение, что тебя водили за нос.
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