taking in the party he put me down for awhile 100 watts of ambition springing off his smile his lips hooked set to kiss me but he closed up like a fist he's got a fortune in charm and makes a gift out of empty arms but i was sold, i was sold, no one had to convince me bendng over backwards i watched the light burn out his excuses fell like diamonds brilliant, cutting, lost and found he's got a fortune in charm and makes a gift outof empty arms but i was sold, i was sold, no one had to convince me (i don't believe it)
Compositores: Brandt Gustav Peterson (BMI), Neil Gust (BMI), Steven Paul Smith (BMI), Tony LashEditores: Spent Bullets (BMI), Universal Music Careers (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #45526944 em 03/Ago/2024