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Artist: Mark Minelli
Total songs: 3
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Murder In The Streets Lyrics - Singles - Mark Minelli

It's closing time, better head towards home 

Please take care, and don't walk alone 

They say don't talk to strangers but, we never have met 

If it weren't in your reckless nature and, taken my hand 

 

Wind is cool, and the lights yellow and 

I give you a kiss, if you asked me too 

They said don't take the candy though, it's o so sweet 

She said well if you like your sugar then, your going to love me 

 

There's murder in the streets better watch your step 

Digging deeper poppers grave around the next bend 

O there is treachery a foot so you best be wear 

Take a tempted taste at the devils snare 

Snare, snare 

 

We walked so far, to your front door 

She said first, you must be warned 

They say listen closely and, keep a watchful eye 

But yours are big and green and guy, he mesmerized, mesmerized 

 

There's murder in the streets better watch your step 

Digging deeper poppers grave around the next bend 

O there is treachery a foot so you best be wear 

Take a tempted taste at the devils snare 

His snare, his snare 

 

She offered me an apple and I ate up with sin 

It was tart, sweet and sour so I took it with some gin 

Said "Holy hallelujah I think I found my missing rib" 

She said you can have it back 

I think I will have your hear instead 

But it only took a second for me making up my mind 

Because in the peak of linger there was only you and I 

I opened up my chest and said "Here we go again" 

Would it be harder for me to invite you in, in, in, in 

 

There's murder in the streets better watch your step 

Digging deeper poppers grave around the next bend 

O there is treachery a foot so you best be wear 

Take a tempted taste at the devils snare 

There's murder in the streets better watch your step 

Digging deeper poppers grave around the next bend 

O there is treachery a foot so you best be wear 

Take a tempted taste at the devils snare 

Snare, his snare, his snare