Deborah Carne Songtext
von White Rose Movement

Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Eyes are smoke on wheels
Four sick of sin
Deborah Carne had always
Played the perfect queen
Taking her time they tell us
I wasn′t there
Hollinshead, last only
Wooud and Bauer share

Ooooooh
Deborah Carne
I can't touch
The heal′s too much
I'm fighting flames with flares

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne


Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

(This is how it goes)
Cries because it's real
To make her the fool
Driving her to a layby
Bathes the girl in fuel
Keeps her on the phone
She won′t see it come

Passer by don′t catch her eye
Just leave her on her own

Oooooooh
Deborah Carne
I can't touch
The heal′s too much
I'm fighting flames with flares

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne


Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne