She’s sipping a cappuccino Like a cat sipping out of a bowl He’s black espresso To start his heart when it gets cold
He’s thinking 'cognac' But afraid his hands might shake She’s checking her make-up Her smile’s giving nothing away
Two faded tourists Their visas have long expired Two forgotten journalists Whose headlines have retired
What’s that in his pocket? They ain't Chinese banknotes What’s that in her handbag? That’s no bar of gold
You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you
[repeat]
You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you
You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill you You better kill me before I kill youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
