In the middle of the night As it comes and goes She whips a sound to a spell Six times like I've never known And she kiss me so tender She move like the wind And her hallways are full of portraits Of all of her best friends So we twist and intangible To a soft medley She grabs a long stem rose and whips her blood on me So I wait and I wonder, will she come again To haunt this heart of mine with spells that drown from within
As I journey up hillside Mist the fog I could see My love alone in a daze Dangling from a tree Softest palest of skin Softest blue of eye And her last words a whisper To whom which need no reply Won't you save me my darling For death is all I can see She crafted and hung herself a noose From once was once our swing So I fell to my knees and I curse the night You can still smell the foul stench of death That haunts these hills to this night
She got it bad She got it bad She got it bad The sweet romance
She got it bad She got it bad She got it bad The sweet romanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
