The Twilight Singers - Number Nine - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

Kishore Kumar Hits — The Twilight Singers - Number Nine текст песни

Исполнитель: The Twilight Singers

альбом: Blackberry Belle

Devil
Sweet talkin' fly on the wall
Blackberry belle of the ball
Just like you told me
I'm gonna crawl
You trouble me
And I aint myself anymore
I'm crawlin' around like a whore
And you love me there on the floor
Now come on boy
Don't be such a baby
And maybe
I'll bail you out
One more time
You got number nine starin' atcha
Get back
Boy or Ill make you blind
You fucker
This here's where we settle up
One last sweet drink from your cup
Hand it over slowly
I'm gone
Now come on boy
Don't be such a baby
And maybe
I'll sell you out
One more time
You at the foot of the master
I'm faster but I'm gonna take my time
And I'm gonna make you blind
I'm gonna make you blind
I'm gonna make you blind
I'm gonna make you blind
Devil
Sweet talkin' fly on the wall
Blackberry belle, belle of the ball
Just like you told me
I'm gonna crawl
And I'm gonna make you blind

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