pullin' out of the world With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw. And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all A Gun Street Girl was the
ain't never coming home. Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again.
Käännös: Waits, Tom. Gun Street Girl.
, ain't never coming home. Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
that you're a freak And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun The way you look at me I can tell that you're a freak Girl come and smoke my pole
you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait Just
their tracks at the shootin' gallery And they fired off a twenty-one gun salute And from the corner of his eye, he caught the alabaster orbs And from a dime a dance hall girl
pretty blue gun no that ain't no cherry bomb 4th of july's all done just some fool playin' that second line from the barrel of a pretty blue gun
you're a freak And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak [Verse 2] Girl, come and smoke
they rangin on yo block and yo brains like chillay [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] My chain too silly, my watch to dumb Only rapper on Myspace with more friends than Tom
girl on the ground so that you can run first Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait Just an emcee that was tryin to make cake Now you gotta gun all
