Always in the bad books, it's not how it looks Born to be a pawn, end up being rooks We weren't given we just look Good people can end up being crooks, uh oh
I danced the heal off my black boot, the feather off my hat Looked the devil in the eye, said there's no turning back
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
I danced the heal off my black boot, the feather off my hat Looked the devil in the eye, said there's no turning back
Sour little sweetie that you sweeter than the rest Like my father thistle, my hair's always a mess So darling, sweetheart, don't stress My head's a mess and don't you know...
And never into good looks I know the mighty raven To start in with the Babylon Brick is not my foot, the whole world shook Firmly with the noise that this is not a flook Oh, no
I danced the heal off my black boot, the feather off my hat Looked the devil in the eye, said there's no turning back
Sour little sweetie that you sweeter than the rest Like my father thistle, my hair's always a mess So darling, sweetheart, don't stress My head's a mess and don't you know...
And silver fork you have to go Can you tell me, I don't know Oh, where did all the love go? Where did all the love go? Where did all the love go? Where did all the love go? Did all the love go...
Sour little sweetie that you sweeter than the rest Like my father thistle, my hair's always a mess So darling, sweetheart, don't stress My head's a mess and don't you know...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
