Criminal World Songtext
von David Bowie
Criminal World Songtext
You never told me of your other faces
You were the widow of a wild cat
And now I know about your special kisses
And I know you know where that′s at
I guess I recognize your destination
I think I see beneath your make-up
What you want is sort of separation
This is no ordinary
This is no ordinary
(Ah, ah, ah)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced girls
What a criminal girl
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother′s son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal worl
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
You've got a very heavy reputation
But no one knows about your low-life
I know a way
To find a situation
And hold a candle
To your high life disguise
You caught me kneeling
At your sister's door
That was no ordinary stick-up
I′m well aware just
What you′re looking for
I am no ordinary
I am no ordinary
(Ah, ah, ah)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced girls
What a criminal girl
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother′s son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal world
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
You were the widow of a wild cat
And now I know about your special kisses
And I know you know where that′s at
I guess I recognize your destination
I think I see beneath your make-up
What you want is sort of separation
This is no ordinary
This is no ordinary
(Ah, ah, ah)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced girls
What a criminal girl
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother′s son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal worl
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
You've got a very heavy reputation
But no one knows about your low-life
I know a way
To find a situation
And hold a candle
To your high life disguise
You caught me kneeling
At your sister's door
That was no ordinary stick-up
I′m well aware just
What you′re looking for
I am no ordinary
I am no ordinary
(Ah, ah, ah)
What a criminal world
The boys are like baby-faced girls
What a criminal girl
She'll show you where to shoot your gun
What a typical mother′s son
The only thing that she enjoys
Is a criminal world
Where the girls are like baby-faced boys
Writer(s): Sean Michael Lyons, John Duncan Browne, Peter Douglas Godwin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com