She's ridin' fast on the miracle lane 5 inches heels and a bottle of ale She's goin' down with the devil tonight Holdin' her breath for the very last time
My living fire, my alibi You want me, you need me My razor queen, my guillotine You hold me, you kill me
Ain't too despicable god that I worship her lips More than scars & thorns of your sole precious son? I don't need the body of Christ or your funeral culture 'coz all of my sins are conceived in the fire
L.A. look and a porcelain skin This baby angel's got a devil within She lights the candle and continues to grind And won't be over till the end of the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
