Dear, unlock the door You're acting like a child When you've said it yourself We are at war How dare you turn on me now Right when I need you most
I wish I could have seen their faces When they heard the news Now that's the sort of smack That leaves a bruise
The victory is ours at last I beat them at their own dirty game They pervert the words of godly men For their own selfish gain
I took their wrong and I took their lies And I made them right I made them right
Oh, look who it is It's my supportive wife And she thinks she's going to squeal
Hey where do you think you're going? Don't you walk away from me You put down that telephone You're not calling anyone You put down that telephone You're not calling anyone You put down that telephone You're not calling anyone You're not calling anyoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
