Woorden:
Warrant The Best Of Warrant

Oh yeah Just for the record let's get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb above the wishin

Yea, street fightin' is lookin' for trouble If you open your mouth, you're bound to rumble Johnny looks tough, he's frozen the eyes He keeps his mouth

On a dead-end street, in a dead-end town There's a motel that I call home Just a few small hopes and a few small dreams Are all that place is resting

Certain things you do really make me mad I must confess Way the street light silhouette your thighs inside your dress Wild child in the streets I think

Yeah It must be magic how inside your eyes I feel my destiny And every time we kiss, I feel you breathe your love so deep inside of me If the moon and

Well Suize, oh Suzie come on and let me in There's love in the air, love on my mind Love in the pores of my skin I worked real hard, all week long Kept

Yeah It could have rained for forty weeks, dear And I never know the difference When your life is one long downpour You're not sure, you'll go the distance

Spend my time and all my money on a knob for my brass bed Climb to the top of the highest mountain, just to see how far I get? Dancin' with my shadow,

I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting on the double E The railroad don't run no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me and poor poor