You can throw me right Into this bloody hole, But I'm not looking for a fight I just want to live long.
You have metal man. You have metal hands. You can live without Any defense.
I am losing your Shiny little soul. When you changed right Like I haven't been thought?
Take this juicy fruit. Take my minor notes. Change it all together In a simple thoughts.
Take your motorbike. Take your shoes on. You can grab me tight All day long.
Turn on your royal blood. Drink some alcohol. Leave me with your lies. Turn on Bob Dylan's songs.
You can playing mad When I'm just can't. Throw your spicy kiss. Show me beauty of your lips.
Can you give me night. One simple night To be with you My princess of lies.
Maybe I am wrong Thinking all day long That you bad girl... That you bad girl...
Maybe I am blind. Maybe I'm not right. Maybe it's because Of our lives.
I'm just simple man. You're just tricky girl. And I'm not doing well Like you going wrong. Like you going wrong. Like you going wrong. Like you going wrong. WrongWrongWrongWrong WrongWrongWrongWrong WrongWrongWrongWrong WrongWrongWrongWrong...