No you don't hold grudges against those who hold blood love You know his renegade escapades can all be traced where he comes from There were times he
sophisticated, i'm always on it a woman of the world, i always speak my mind i'm motivated, no hesitations so down to ride or die, and baby that is why
Platoon, file in Come on, you knuckleheads Move it, move it, move it Moss in the mornin' lets you in Is it a field day? Make me sin It's only warm, might
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc As she came riding through the dark No moon to keep her armor bright No man to get her through this dark and
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc As she came riding through the dark No moon to keep her Armour bright Then no man to get her through this darkest
There's lots of things in a human head That I hope I never have to touch She likes the taste of burning flesh Cannibals eat their love, I'm a sucker for
I wake up to detect messages in my email This what I get for messin' wit pretty females It's a crazy life - yeah it's a mad world Where good dudes will
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky
Little catholic girl is fallin' in love A face on a page, a gift from above She should've known better than to give her heart She should've known better
Don't say nothing Love in the fall God saint child Don't you miss of it all The Joan of Arc Kiss in the dark; she's a firestone Catching all; watch
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very
Sophisticated, I'm always on it A woman of the world, I always speak my mind I'm motivated, no hesitations So down to ride or die, and baby that is why
If joan of arc Had a heart Would she give it as a gift To such as me Who longs to see How an agnel ought to be Her dream's to give Her heart away Like
A little catholic girl Who's fallen in love A face on a page A gift from above She should have known better Than to giver her heart She should have known
A little Catholic girl who's fallen in love A face on a page, a gift from above She should have known better than to give her heart She should have know
[Verse 1:] I wake up to detect messages in my email This what I get for messin' with pretty females It's a crazy life ? yeah it's a mad world Where good
Vertimas: Spurga, Alice. Žana d'Ark.
