Can you feel it Sister Savior Drawing you inot the club? Sister Savior's past behavior has me falling in love
Hey-ey-ey-ey Sister Savior Hey-ey-ey-ey Catholic lover Why'd you leave me? At least our bad times were ours
last night I had a dream A warm fiels, strawberries and cream A poor man wearing rusty mail With contentment plastered on his face He was sipping form a bottle On his forhead read the motto 'If I drink myself to death, At least I'll know U had a good time'
One last late night Sister Savior Before it's too late
Hey-ey-ey-ey Sister Savior Hey-ey-ey-ey You know I love her please belive me please belive me this is the good life And no more bad times could be ours Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
