Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Eyes are smoke on wheels
Four sick of sin
Deborah Carne had always
Played the perfect queen
Taking her time they tell us
I wasn't there
Hollinshead, last only
Wooud and Bauer share
Ooooooh
Deborah Carne
I can't touch
The heal's too much
i'm fighting flames with flares
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
(This is how it goes)
Cries because it's real
To make her the fool
Driving her to a layby
Bathes the girl in fuel
Keeps her on the phone
She won't see it come
Passer by don't catch her eye
Just leave her on her own
Oooooooh
Deborah Carne
I can't touch
The heal's too much
I'm fighting flames with flares
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Los ojos son humo en ruedas
Cuatro hartos de pecado
Deborah Carne siempre
Actuaba como la reina perfecta
Tomándose su tiempo nos dicen
Yo no estaba allí
Hollinshead, solo al final
Wooud y Bauer comparten
Ooooooh
Deborah Carne
No puedo tocar
La herida es demasiado profunda
Estoy luchando contra las llamas con bengalas
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
(Así es como va)
Llora porque es real
Para hacerla la tonta
Llevándola a un área de descanso
Baña a la chica en combustible
La mantiene al teléfono
Ella no verá venir
Los transeúntes no le llaman la atención
Solo la dejan sola
Oooooooh
Deborah Carne
No puedo tocar
La herida es demasiado profunda
Estoy luchando contra las llamas con bengalas
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne