She’s a thunderbolt. With guns & fire, Two arms full of holes, And nothing to hold. She’s a restless sort With secrets that wait On corners in the dark, To pinch with a pain, To sting and to smart
God knows it gets so hard To keep out the cold, When you’re living in a house full of holes.
He’s just a close call Who always acts tough, But goes way too far, Or not far enough. But someday when it gets hard, Hard just to breathe, She’ll rest assured that He’ll take the heat
God knows it gets so hard To keep out the cold, When you’re living in a house full of holes.
She’s a thunderbolt. With guns & fire, Two arms full of holes, And nothing to hold. Nothing to hold.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.