Nicola Roberts - Gladiator | jazz-funk | Костя Коваль | Текст песни

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• Nicola Roberts
• Gladiator | jazz-funk | Костя Коваль

Falling down to London town,
Past the roof tops and the crown.

The rules are easy if you like to break them and offend,
A role reversal, that's the password, so come make a friend.
It's topsy-turvy to give mercy to the guilty men,
We love you faking, 'cos you made the effort to pretend.
Like a gladiator craves the blood of his spectators,
I'm in the middle of a man, I'll have to call you later.
And just before I pull out I swear to use the indicators,
So you can see my show.

Show, here I go, gonna tap on the mic now,
Say my name now.

I role the dice, you play like mice send you around the bend,
Sugar and spice screaming is nice, the fun, it never ends.
I'm miss mischievous innocent to the bitter end,
Make up is make believe, so slap it on, be my best friend.
I had to call a fire man, my hair was burning bridges,
I'm shooting bullets from my chest, I'm super woman, bitches.
And if my balls of steel have got stuck half way down your pipe,
I got some KY time to open wide.

Those days, I'd stumble in the dark,
Angels, give me back my spark.
The wrong girl trapped in the right place,
I've had enough, I've dusted off
And wiped my blood on you.

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