She walks with a bell-clock round her neck So the hippies think she's in with time Time... Her hair glistens like robins on a deck Branches attack me
She walked in like a lady, with a glass of pink champagne I wouldn't look if you paid me, 'cause to me she's still the same Well you oughtta see her
(by Tal Bachman) She's blood, flesh, and bone. No tucks or silicone She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound. But somehow I can't believe that anything
Your eyes may be whole but the story I'm told is that your heart is as black as night your lips may be sweet such that i can't compete but your heart
I don't know whose side I'm takin' But I'm not takin' things too well I can see inside you're achin' But is it still too early for me to tell? I try
I don't know whose side I'm takin', but I'm not takin' things too well, I can see inside you're achin', but is it still too early for me to tell.
You're so sweet, Horseflies keep hangin' 'round your face Kentucky moonshine Could never take your place And your eyes Could give me goose bumps down
I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her I'm so hot for her and she's so cold I'm so hot for her, I'm on fire for her I'm so hot for her and she's so
if only she knew what was going right, if only she knew, i would not be alone tonight. if only she knew what was going wrong if only she knew i would
[Chorus] Carry, bury me Leave me of let me bleed Please just choose (You are wrong to believe anything that they say) [Verse] Did you think this could
I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her I'm so hot for her and she's so cold I'm so hot for her, I'm on fire for her I'm so hot for her and she's so cold
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She's so strange And she wore a black moustache And pilfered all the petty cash She went to Birmingham She'll soon be in the can She's so cruel And
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