She likes it hot
she likes a tan
she steals my infra fed when I'm gone
oh no can it be
we're heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
a trace of rust
she's in love with a MKII deluxe
oh no can it be we're heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like it's been boiled
she browns herself in a sea of olive oil
and I come around and she's relaxing
in the conservatory
1 | Left hand path |
2 | Wolverine blues |
3 | Addiction king |
4 | Stranger Aeons |
5 | Damn deal done |
6 | Serpent Saints |
7 | What you need |
8 | Same difference |
9 | Seeing Red |
10 | To ride, shoot straight and speak the truth |