Deborah Carne Paroles

Four sick of sin
Deborah Carne had always
Played the perfect queen
Taking her time they tell us
I wasn't there
Hollinshead, last only
Wooud and Bauer share

Ooooooooh
Deborah Carne
I can't touch
The heal's too much
i'm fighting flames with flares

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne
Bathes the girl in fuel
Keeps her on the phone
She won't see it come

Passer by don't catch her eye
Just leave her on her own

Oooooooh
Deborah Carne
I can't touch
The heal's too much
I'm fighting flames with flares

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne
Deborah Carne