She had the cool and distant gaze Of a girl who wasn't raised Because she's self-made Now a woman not fazed By the other's selfish rage She made love She didn't get laid She made love She didn't get laid
And the drum was always going When the beer was free and flowing Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times
Well she was hot A hot girl, hot night Yeah she was hot All right
Lyin' fucked up on the floor Yeah she was fucked up on the floor She put her head into the pain, into the pain She put her head into the pain, into the pain And then she pulled back, the bloody remains
Well she was hot A hot girl, hot night Yeah she was hot Well all rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
