As the sun is sinking low and the evening's tucked in tow On the horizon, my true love I see. She ain't fancy, she ain't fine While her fingers number only nine She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.
Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain In an alcove hid by some trees Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure, My ladylove sniffs as the breeze.
And sitting up, she adjusts her turban And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon And listening to the whistling of a train at station Odds are it will never reach its destination.
'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride O let me be the on to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.
She's my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon In a bandit cave, there's a blanket laid for two If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
