Hung up in a Pennsylvania mining town Got down to Boston in time for tea Don't know exactly just what's going down Better hang around until I see.
She uses beauty like a knife She cuts me even more, she changes Right before my eyes into something ugly and sore. Beauty like a knife She cuts me even more, she changes
Right before my eyes into something strange and more.
Don't bomb the inn, I'm on a holiday But Oklahoma's just a jet away And the blood is on the books in Ohio So badly stained, what can I say?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
