My love is like a powder keg My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse Somewhere just outside of town About to burn down
My love is like a Cuban plane My love is like a Cuban plane flying from Havana Up the Florida coast to the 'Glades Soviet made
Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania Trucks loaded down with weapons crossing over every night Moon yellow and bright
There is a shortage in the blood supply But there is no shortage of blood The way I feel about you, baby, can't explain it You got the best of my loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
