give him hell He could be cool and cruel to you and me Knew we'd put up with anything I wanna hurt him I want to give him pain I'm a Roman candle My
Vertimas: Smith, Elliot. Roman Candle.
We arrived too late, our mouths were opening I turned off the light, so come on night You're a witness you, you've seen me interrupt A good old fashioned
At a party, he was waiting Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn Like he could be underwater The mighty mother with her hundred arms Swept all aside I
Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring Do you know who you're talking to? No, and I don't care who She whispered quiet terror news He didn't give
Last call, he was sick of it all, asleep at home Told you off and goodbye Well, you know one day it'll come to haunt you That you didn't tell him quite
Two dollar color pictures from a photo booth Dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room Faces fell long in the half light He looks all wrong
For a change she got out before he hurt her bad Took her records and clothes and pictures of her boy It really made her sad, packed it up and didn't look
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse I threw
give him hell He could be cool and cruel to you and me Knew we'd put up with anything I want to hurt him I want to give him pain I'm a roman candle My
: She took the oldsmobile out past condor ave And she locked the car and slipped past Into rhythmic quietude Lights burning Voice dry and hoarse I threw
: Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring Do you know who's you're talking to? No, and I don't care who She whispered quiet terror news He didn't
: At a party he was waiting Looking kind of spooky and withdrawn Like he could be underwater The mighty mother with her hundred arms Swept all aside
: Two dollar color pictures from a photo booth Dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room Faces fell long in the half light He looks all wrong
: We arrived too late Our mouths were opening I turned off the light So come on night You're a witness you You've seen me interrupt A good old fashioned
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