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Cocaine Blues

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 03.09.2012

Ev'ry time my baby an' me we go uptown
Police come an' they knock me down
Cocaine, all around my brain.
Hey, baby, won't you come here quick;
This old cocaine is 'bout to make me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain.

Yonder come my baby, she's dressed in red,
She's got a shotgun, says she's gonna kill me dead
Cocaine, all around my brain.

Hey, baby, will you come here quick;
This old cocaine 'bout to make me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain.

You take Sally, an' I take Sue,
Ain't no difference between the two
Cocaine, all around my brain.

Hey, baby, ya better come here quick;
This ol' cocaine 'bout to make me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain.

Cocaine's for horses, an' it's not for men,
Doctors say they kill you, but it doesn't say when
Cocaine, all around my brain.

Hey, baby, ya better come here quick;
This old cocaine 'bout to make me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain.

Hey, baby, you better come here quick;
This old cocaine 'bout to make me sick
Cocaine, all around my brain


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