Doesn't seem that long ago
Three of us walkin' down that
I wasn't looking for your love
You flashed an innocent smile
You
I took to the good times
Took a shot at the
A preacher's daughter, her life's law and order
Her daddy holds
Workin' man, workin' 9 to 5
Can't call in sick or
Whoa, hearts are gonna roll
Whoa, hearts are gonna roll
The place
Well, I've got somethin' to say to you, yes, I
Don't try and underhand me
I'm not the fool you think
You look at me with an empty stare
Where love once
Ten years behind these bars
Has made a man out of
I bet you think it's funny
Well, take your fancy car
Honey,
Cold steel, tucked out of sight,
Bullets speak louder than words.
No
If you're feelin' down
About the dues you been payin'
This old
Like rubbing sticks together heats up the stone
You unveil emotions
It's a hot August night, it's just a matter of
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