Furniture کے بول

Try, try, try to arrange me But there's no romance in my blood Try, try, you'll never persuade me My only tears fall with the rain My father had a dozen wives And a child by every one I am from about, umm, number five So don't expect me to stay with anyone Try, try, try to arrange me But there's no romance in my blood Try, try, you'll never persuade me My only tears fall with the rain My mother never takes a break From her pining after furniture Every moment on her feet is torture And I share her love of wine and cake And taking advantage of amateurs