Motörhead - Dancing On Your Grave | Текст песни

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I know you thought you were a real operator,
But I don't know why,
All you had was a bankroll babe,
And a glint in your eye,
I'm high steppin' like an indian brave,
I'm the one Dancing On Your Grave
You know I'm a killer babe,
Here's late news for you,
You couldn't buy me with a million, babe,
Couse I'm too good for you,
I know you think I'm a real rough trade,
Now I'm the one Dancing On Your Grave

One time you was a real high-stepper,
On the high trapeze,
But you know you ran out of money,
Wound up on your knees,
I'm the one you never made,
Now I'm the one Dancing On Your Grave

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