Testo di Hitch

Place every bet on a hard horse He won't go down Though his knees spasm Though he wants to grey out I heard them call me a hard horse If you can stomach the top speed, let's take it on Your fever's fewer than before and so it's hard to get hot Is that a challenge or something? I'm never wrong about one thing You're sick, keep below I don't wanna throw you You're sick Now you know that I wanna know you Don't endure a sickness you could let me cure And I want to I set my crucible fawning in a predatory way You've got a habit with stains; I study etymology But I never succumbed to that dirty word till I met you Now I'm sick, keep below I don't wanna throw you You're sick Now you know that I wanna know you In this blood a sickness You could learn to love, and I learned, too Sell every bet on your hard horse I won't go down Though my knees spasm Though I wanna grey out And you could call me a hard horse You're sick, keep below I don't wanna throw you You're sick Now you know that I wanna know you In this blood a sickness You could learn to love, and I learned, too