The Afghan Whigs - Going To Town | Текст песни

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Lover mine,
Get your coat and come outside.
I wanna take you for a ride on into town.
Lover fair,
We'll be looking sharp, I swear.
I want them all to stop and stare
When we take 'em down.

Go to town, burn it down, turn around
And get your stroll on, baby.
I'll get the car,
You get the match and gasoline.

And as we ride away into the countryside
I feel as though I must confide
There is a cost.
When you say, "Now we got hell to pay",
Don't worry, baby, that's okay,
I know the boss.

Go to town, burn it down, turn around
And yet your stroll on, baby.
I'll get the car,
You get the match and gasoline.

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