Paroles de 'Deadly Delicious' par City Boy

Good God, she's deadly delicious
Camper than a holiday.
Front page, in every issue, tighter
Than a one act play.
Don't look, without your glasses
She'll turn you to a pillar of salt.
Watch out, she's mean and brassy
Sharper than a telephone

Take care, she'll ask you for small things
Only that you give her the earth.
Gladly she gives you nothing for something
She only seems to stop when it hurts
Tell her, that england becomes her
Its really more expensive abroad

Modest so what can you give her just
A floor in madame tussauds
Look how, she smiles politely, harmless
As a hive full of beezzz
She breaks your heart, three times nightly
When you see her dwarf on a lead.
Don't stop, she'll have you arrested
Just for looking into her eyes

Must be, she's chemically tested
Just one glance you're into the vice... Just one
Glance you're into the vice just one
Glance you're into the vice
Please... Don't leave the room
Don't leave the room, don't leave the room

Please... Don't leave the room, don't leave
The room, don't leave the room
Good God, she's deadly delicious, camper than s holiday.
Front page in every issue, tighter than a one act play

Don't look, without your glasses
She turn you to a pillar of salt
Watch out, she's mean and brassy
Sharper than a telephone
Good God, she's deadly delicious
Deadly delicious
Deadly delicious