Shooting Jones (Blue Eyes, Black Heart) şarkı sözleri

Her hair was as black as night Her eyes mean as hell Crimson kisses and voodoo jive We took each other and fell Shooting jones in play pen And all the singles bars Pay phone call from jacksonville Move on tired man feel so ill The streets I walk with you Breath now I roam alone I pass a thousand houses Not one to call my home Carved our names with a knife And cut on glass to tell Shooting jones in the play pen And all the singles bars Pay phone call from jacksonville Made a long tired man felt so ill Her hair was as black as night And her eyes mean as hell