I’m a dealer with an infinite tab A gentleman in some of the sense She acts like I’m ripping off scabs No wonder she has no friends at all
She’s a lost cause So count your losses
How’s I supposed to know she’d ruin me Beauty strong enough to trick me Quick clouds of storms, so moody Got me looking around in a forbidden city
She’s the coldest She’s turning me silver She’s got me on the bridge Looking down at the old cold river
She could hex like a crow She howls harder than the wind can blow Her love’s so uncomfortable She strikes down like a hammer on your big toe
She’s a lost cause So count your losses
Wasting her window of beauty The only thing she has to offer The grace of her face is a terrible waste Behind, it’s something awful
She’s a lost cause So count your losses She’s the coldest She’s turning me silver She’s got me on the bridge Looking down at the old cold riverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
