I can't feed the fire I'm all done with that If you want me to strut around this hell-hole I can take you for one last dance
As the years slip from our lives And the fat drips to your thighs I don't wanna get up and down this town tonight What's the point in that
Feel the beat swing and hold on tight I don't need another lover I just need to make it out alive
You look like you've seen a ghost And I feel as if I'm in his shoes Halfway to lucid dreaming I don't care what have I got to lose
As the years slip from our lives And the fat drips to your thighs I don't wanna get up and down this town tonight What's the point in that
Feel the beat swing and hold on tight I don't need another lover I just need to make it out alive
And nothing you can say can make it feel right I draw blood when I cut right You fell in love with a fist fight Don't stop me charging on a Friday night And nothing you can say can make it feel right I draw blood when I cut right You fell in love with a fist fight Don't stop me charging on a friday nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
