(Coverdale/Moody). . Well, I love the way you walk. With your skin tight stride,. You got my eyes wide open. An' my loose tongue tied. A French kiss mouth.
Funny how things change. Yet they always stay the same. And the simple things in life. Just get tossed into the flame. . But I been down that road before.
(coverdale/moody). . She got them eagle feathers; cocaine eyes. She got the heat to make a dead man rise. A rose in her hair, a devil may care attitude.