It’s about a wild girl pretty grey eyes Half nasty, half cute Strong opinions, and free like the wind don’t play with her heart, or Thunder will strike the sky As she turns evil The blood flows faster in her fucking veins She won’t feel sorry If you piss her off She seems tolerant But accepts no mistake
Slowly a warm wind blows Tracing circles in the fucking sky But when I look at her My eyes see an angel
You just have no choice to leave now ‘Cause she has fangs, just beyond her fucking smile The lady hurricane The lady of the winds HurricaneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
