Paroles de Boot

Her hair is short Her legs are brown Her lips are full Her head hangs down Her eyes ain't blue Her ass is round Her breasts are sweet And she wears a frown She is sweet tasting fruit whose juice is bitter tears She is love's worn out boot, tattered and torn, you wear Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger Love is gone, but the memory lingers Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger Love is gone, but the memory lingers Her hair is short Her legs are brown Her lips are full Her head hangs down Her eyes ain't blue Her ass is round Her breasts are sweet She wears a frown She is sweet-tasting fruit whose juice is bitter tears She is love's worn out boot, tattered and torn, you wear Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger Love is gone, but the memory lingers Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger Love is gone, but the memory lingers Twist a Virgin 'round your dirty little finger Love is gone, but the memory lingers Kill a Virgin with your bloody little finger Ate her innocence and virtue for dinner Ooh Hey Ooh, ooh, ooh