She's gonna cut you down She's gonna turn you out She's gonna make you wish you never seen her face before She's gonna break you down She's gonna put you out She's gonna make an example out of you and your sorry, sorry skin, boy
You're dead already Dead as a doornail, yeah I am singing to the dead You wanna to bring the right one home But you'll end up with a hole in your head She breathes fire She sweats tar She's a looker, but that's the surface And that's what she wants you to know She'll have you running up and down the street You're asking advice from friends, neighbors and family Water filled veins and stone cold heart She's the Medusa of your deep blue sea So don't go walking around, pretending that You don't know what you know She'll cut your throat before you could even Wish, wish, wish, yourself home
She cuts your bones She bleeds you out, boy She cuts you down She bleeds you out She bleeds you out
Her business card is reading: They put my name atop the list Of those who love you all away They put my name atop the list Of those who love you all away They put my name atop the list Of those who love you all away They put my name atop the list Of those who love you all away They put my name on that list Who love you all away They put my name on that list Who love you all away They put my name on that list Who love you all away They put my name on that list On that list, yeah Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.B, Sweet G.BTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.