Sweet girl in the diamond cut dress She's the queen of the broken hearts I'm going to milk that posison tongue And go blind in the lovers' march Who you calling on? Who's callin' you? I'm soaked in kerosene This is no gentleman's blues Emptied a pocket full of pennies Wading in the well Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth In a city that was hung by that old devil moon I scaled a steet called St. You Baby bled on all my keys She set my strings ablaze Saying 'sweetheart you ask too many questions, It'never just a pretty face' Who you callin' on? Who's callin' on you? They might say love has a tigger finger They might call me a fool Keep on keeping your love captive in them hollow tombs I'm still swingin' on the cross of St. YouTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
