Robbed at gunpoint, nice and slow darling it's a bad one, gonna blow up the town and down the road up your skirt and down your throat.
Put a baby in your belly that you didn't plan maybe if you're pretty you can keep a man cross contamination of the promised land I'm the kind of woman that you shouldn't command.
I'll ruin, I will ruin you. Ruin, I will ruin you. Blow, blow right through you. Oh I will ruin you.
She's a quick witted witch and her wandering way will leave you at the altar with blood to pay symmetrical design breeds thoughtful decay increase the postage and expect a delay.
Patience is the virtue I didn't receive twist in the handle as you call me a thief quick licked lips say I'll never leave but I'm the kind of woman you shouldn't believe.
I'll ruin, I will ruin you. Ruin, I will ruin you. Blow, blow right through you. Oh I will ruin you.
Tearing holes in your body just to see what's real moderate affection for curb appeal paralleled paranoia you tend to conceal wasting all your wishes, it's a hell of a deal.
Soft scabs and scars tell me you like it rough huffin' and a puffin' 'till they call your bluff get a job, get a dream, get a week sobered up, but I'm the kind of woman where it's never enough.
I'll ruin, I will ruin you. Ruin, I will ruin you. Blow, blow right through you. Oh I will ruin you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
