Hang on St. Christopher. Through the smoke and the oil. Pumpin' iron around the scene. Let the radiator boil. Got no back down shift. And a two dollar grill.
Hang on St. Christopher. Through the smoke and the oil. Pumpin' iron around the scene. Let the radiator boil. Got no back down shift. And a two dollar grill.
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you. 'cause falling in love just makes me blue,. Well the music plays and you display. Your heart for me to see,.
Liar liar with your pants on fire. White spades hangin' on the telephone wire. Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line. You'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine.
Well, I had me a girl in L.A.. I knew she couldn't stay. Had me a girl in San Diego. One day she just had to go. And I had me a girl Tallahassee. Boy what a foxy lassie.
Hush a wild violet. Hush a band of gold. Hush you're in a story. I heard somebody told. . Tear the promise from my heart. Tear my heart today. You have found another.