Текст, перевод и аккорды “Sick Boys”
- Sick-boy, in his faded blue jeans, Sick-boy, black leather jacket scene. Sick-boy, he's always in trouble With the law don't ya know... Sick-boy, he carries a switch blade knife Sick-boy, likes to get into fights. Sick-boy, he'll go drinkin' With the boys all night long. chorus: Sick-boy, rides a big motorbike, Sick-boy, combs his hair up just right. Sick-boy, with tattoos up and Down his arms, don't ya know... Sick-boy, he's got a girl wrapped around his arm, Sick-boy, with his street-like charm. Sick-boy, he'll make love to her All night long, don't ya know... chorus:
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