Kiss my heart goodbye...
She dressed in scarlet dust for the fall
An I kicked dead leaves up against the wall
In my well worn silver tipped boots
And the streets of Paris got on my nerves
We avoided the crowdes and we hung out with the dogs
In the store where the air was warm
This is just a dirty tourist town
Where the whores and the junkies go to get up, or get down
You can kiss ( Read more... )
An I kicked dead leaves up against the wall
In my well worn silver tipped boots
And the streets of Paris got on my nerves
We avoided the crowdes and we hung out with the dogs
In the store where the air was warm
This is just a dirty tourist town
Where the whores and the junkies go to get up, or get down
You can kiss ( Read more... )
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