make a mess of me I give all I can and it's all I can do But I'm true One more sunset lay my head down true One more sunrise open my eyes up true And
oh together and when I leave this life, what will you say of me, you who never knew my heart? for I will leave behind the sound of a woman who knew what was true
Översättning: Concrete Blonde. True.
Översättning: Concrete Blonde. True, del III.
you burn a cross I burn the Bible Because I'm liable, to do this when my actions true this But I'd rather choose to use my diction resurrect that blond
I walk down the diamond-studded concrete canyons Nobody looked me in the eye Tried to fly to the moon Only made it to the sky I was looking for an undying
pretty so my fetish ain't knighthood 'Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood 'Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde
what if I said I've seen a miracle? what if I said my would you believe dreams come true? I have seen these things with my own eyes & & then go green &
Carry me away carry me away Its seven o nine california time Whoever said it was a small world was either a liar or a fool Cause it's not true And any
away, carry me away. Make it seven o nine california time, Whoever said it was a small world was either a liar or a fool, Cause it's not true. And
think of what it would be like If you were next to me Sometimes I get so scared, so scared As the ocean carries you And you are so amazing You are a surfer true
of me. I give all I can and it's all I can do, But I'm true. One more sunset Lay my head down - true One more sunrise Open my eyes up - true And then
You burn a cross I burn the bible Because I'm liable, to do this When my actions true this But I'd rather choose to use my diction Resurrect that blond
be true I'll find you smiling about Things you don't have to do Bill doesn't call me anymore I hear he's found religion Big haired blonde apprentice
strange My gauge is knocking full speed full throttle Bust a bottle on the concrete it's that's long lasting anger Casting shadows over strangers In front of Blondes
my fetish ain't nighthood Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood [MC Serch] Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde
