Deborah Carne — White Rose Movement: текст песни

Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne Deborah Carne

Eyes are smoke on wheels Four sick of sin Deborah Carne had always Played the perfect queen Taking her time they tell us I wasn't there Hollinshead, last only Wooud and Bauer share

Ooooooooh Deborah Carne I can't touch The heat's too much I'm fighting flames with flares

Deborah Carne Deborah Carne

(This is how it goes) Cries cause it's real To make her the fool Driving her to a layby Bathes the girl in fuel Keeps her on the phone She won't see it come

Passer by don't catch her eye Just leave her on her own

Oooooooh Deborah Carne I can't touch The heat's too much I'm fighting flames with flares

Deborah Carne Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne Deborah Carne