Filthy Preachers - Told Ya | Текст песни

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Not sure if I can bear wardrobes full of your shoes,
Pillows covered with your hair, my head filled with booze,
But you're so soft with such a lovely face.
I love it when you talk like a gorgeous angel,
But if you do it while I play my Forest Rangers,
I'll take a knife and cut your lovely face.

Don't mess with my blues, little pretty slut,
Don't mess with my blues, I have what you ain't got,
I have the freedom to choose
When to drop dead and when to fall in love.

I pay my rent and take you out to lunch,
I met all your friends, the whole damn bunch,
And everybody says I love you to bits.
But if you tell me to keep it down
When I try to play my Charles Brown,
I'll take a gun and shoot between your tits.

Don't mess with my blues, little pretty slut,
Don't mess with my blues, I have what you ain't got,
I have the freedom to choose
When to drop dead and when to fall in love.

Don't mess with my blues,
Don't mess with my blues,
Don't mess with my blues,
Don't mess with my blues, right.
Don't mess with my blues,
Don't mess with my blues,
Don't mess with my blues,
Don't mess with my blues, come on.

Little pretty slut, don't mess with my blues.
I told ya, I have what you ain't got, no.
Don't mess with my blues, little pretty slut,
Don't mess with my blues, I have what you ain't got,
I have the freedom to choose
When to drop dead and when to fall in love,
When to drop dead and when to fall in love,
When to drop dead and when to fall in love.

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