Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike
I saw your face Whiter than purity Then I saw savages Standing before me (Poison, poison, poison) Bows and arrows (Poison, poison, poison) Tipped with
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes And French perfume that rocks the room And I'm all yours in buttons and bows Buttons and bows, buttons and bows
women In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes And French perfume that rocks the room And I'm all yours in buttons and bows Buttons and bows, buttons and bows
the club, Unless you get in line It's to crowded in here Hook: 8x When they hating throw dem bows (get 'em off, get 'em off) Throw dem bows Verse 1
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the smell of carbon paper The office so smoky and dry How she longed for the day She would make her get away And say her last goodbye Bows and bangles
So you know, it was the first shot that did it You could say, it changed my life Centrefold, I'm living life how you live it But I know it can't be right
out? Are you feeling blue? Well, for that all 'round Summertime high Try Bows Bows, beats boredom Bows, beats heartache, Bows, beats the blues Bows
When I bear my soul again Don't go wasting my time I'm giving it my all, believe me that I'm yours And you're mine I'm giving it my all, believe me You
I could see myself at twenty-eight What do you think of me now? To hell with big wings, heaven can wait I won't be, I won't be checking out Torn between
So she says she'll be your girlfriend When all you really want's a friend Someone to love and have and hold you Someone who'll always be there waiting
You're right I just messed up again Last night a bridge too far You should have seen the lecherous beerguts and lush velveteen A compliment comes easy
Hvor himlen giver op falder regnen
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Sleepless nights by candlelight I'm sick of sneaking 'round A kiss is a kiss but this is fake I spend all my time trying to stay awake But if I'm dreaming
U.S. cool costs too much money And takes up all my time British humor isn't funny I'm just trying to catch your eye You've no idea what your looks do
