She’s sipping a cappuccino Like a cat sipping out of a bowl He’s black espresso To start his heart when it gets cold
He’s thinking ‘cognac’ But afraid his hands might shake She’s checking her make-up Her smile’s giving nothing away
You better kill me before I kill you You look good in black Who’ll pay the bill and keep on walking Will get a hole in your back
Two faded tourists Their visas have long expired Two forgotten journalists Whose headlines have retired
What’s that in his pocket? They aint Chinese banknotes What’s that in her handbag? That’s no bar of gold.
You better kill me before l kill you You look good in black Who'll pay the bill and keep on walking Will get a hole in their back
Two suntanned lovers Love didn’t die, it just went dry Fading into the sunlight Those bones of love passing byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
