There’s a dust storm formin’ in the sky Blowin’ down the road ’bout twelve feet high It’s tearin’ up my lungs it burns my eyes Take off your dress, put on your face I’m feelin’ wild
We’ll spend the dough you’re saving in that jar Ignore the screams a comin’ from the car Let’s forget we’re miserable and poor Take off your face, put on your dress I’m feelin’ wild
How many hours do I have left with you? Before old Revelations does come true We’ve gotta find ourselves something to do Take off your dress, put on your face I’m feelin’ wild
You know that shed behind old Miller’s pond? I stole the key last time he sold us corn The light within it shines so fuckin’ warm Take off your face, put on your dress I’m feelin’ wild
There’s a dust storm formin’ in the sky Blowin’ down the road ’bout twelve feet high It’s tearing up my lungs it burns my eyes Take off your dress, put on your face I’m feelin’ wildTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
