I don't want noone fussing over me Sweet talking honey, dosn't go with me I walk alone don't want nobody And that's the way it's going to be
I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been a mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back
I dig the sound of a gretch guitar You'll find me where these swindle places are Where all the other cats faces are So many near and yet so far
I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back
Just watch me shimmy to a solid beat The boys all heard it but the fun is sweet I kiss them once and then I stomp my feet Outside on the street again
I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning back
I don't want noone fussing over me Sweet talking honey, dosn't go with me I walk alone don't want nobody And that's the way it's going to be
I was born on a cold december I was brought up in a shack I've been a mean, mean child since the day I went wild And there ain't no turning back No, no now there ain't no turning backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
