Текст и перевод песни LoLo — Hit And Run
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I was brought up as a southern belle I grew into the queen from hell you were just a little stowaway that stabbed her way to save herself you always liked the taste of blood and I get off when I point the gun it's so good to have someone to be so bad with first one up was a preachers son last one down was an Englishman I'm in bed with his bow tie on all dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run sunday in notting hill he was sneaking a cigarette his God protects him but I know we'll get him yet ran my fingers thru his hair so he thinks its fun and games he don't know our faces but he'll never forget our names first one up was a preachers son last one down was an Englishman I'm in bed with his bow tie on all dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run I was waiting in the getaway car you were stuck in the hotel bar he was a proper Englishman you had one last pint before the cops broke in you poured the gasoline and I drove into the flames history will hate us but they'll never forget our names they never saw us coming til they hit the floor they just kept beggin for more, more they never saw us coming til they hit the floor they just kept beggin for more, more first one up was a preachers son last one down was an Englishman I'm in bed with his bow tie on all dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run |
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Перевод добавил: Андрей Курышев
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