Blood on My Boots Songtext
von Eliza Carthy
Blood on My Boots Songtext
I was drinking champagne
With Jerry Springer
I was young and dressed up to the nines
I looked on adoringly west end walls of mirrors at my face
At my fondest designs
And oh My dears
It was five pounds of glass, don′t you know
As the wise might suspect
As I stood laughing with the director
There was only one way this could go.
My
With Jerry Springer
I was young and dressed up to the nines
I looked on adoringly west end walls of mirrors at my face
At my fondest designs
And oh My dears
It was five pounds of glass, don′t you know
As the wise might suspect
As I stood laughing with the director
There was only one way this could go.
My
Writer(s): Eliza Amy Forbes Carthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
