When I was a child my mother always told me Not to hang around with the downtown kids Now as you know I didn’t follow this advice These gipsy children showed me every naughty trick
Watch my style then look me in the eyes Feel that somehow my will slips into your mind
Taste a piece of paradise welcome the king of temptation Taste a piece of paradise welcome the king of temptation
When I got kicked I stood up taller than before I learned to fake and cheat in the street No time to visit school I’d rather bust out Raised by the gipsy never followed the rules
Watch my style then look me in the eyes Feel that somehow my will slips into your mind
Taste a piece of paradise welcome the king of temptation Taste a piece of paradise welcome the king of temptation
Taste a piece of paradise welcome the king of temptation Taste a piece of paradise welcome the king of temptation
Taste a piece taste a piece taste a piece of paradise Taste a piece taste a piece taste a piece of paradise Taste a piece taste a piece taste a piece of paradiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
