Lyrics:
big world
I want a woman
Who can really love me, yeah
Dead ringer of a woman
You think I'm like a truck
Even I ain't gonna walk on glass
Well no
yourself and choke on my name
I'd love to love ya baby
Dead ringer rats swinging in the trees
Immaculate conception, bury me an angel
God I need some
On the door
Dangerous dances
The dragon's claw
K-Tel Oriental
The monkey's paw
You're a dead ringer
For Madame Butterfly
Snappy little fingers
The way that you move makes me think
That you're a dead ringer for a rock 'n' roll singer
And the way that you dance makes me wanna create
Some kind
Dare to squeeze the dead-ringer red-dinger
On the wall for all times
Predicted to the icing on the cake
And the worms collect the ground
For
a stinger, best bring her the g,
Head flinger, dead ringer, dead swim in the sea,
In the Dead Sea swimming, dead set on the fee,
Whos better than he? Write
She collected gun-slingers
First-stringers, dead-ringers
She just needed more
She collected dance hallers
Know-it-all-ers, wreckin'-ball-ers
She's a zombie baby
Dead ringer in my head
And now we're rollin'
We're empty playin'
Yeah
Hey yeah, like a zombie breathin'
Hey yeah, been
eyes looking back at me
And love is the only reply
Pleased to meet you
Where you from and what's your name
We're more than enough
Dead ringers
the kid was a gunslinger
Edgar Wallace was a dead ringer
Me, I'm just a rock'n'roll singer
Keyhole Pete was a keen watcher
Had a telephoto lens in
She's a zombie baby
Dead ringer in my head
And now we're rollin'
We're empty playin'
Yeah!
Hey yeah, like a zombie breathin'
Hey yeah, been
She said that I was a dead ringer
For her favorite dead singer
I said Hey baby, that's my dream
To do my thing and fucking leave
Like everybody else
smokealot - the vibesbringer no dead ringer
the trigger finger, got bombs in the grapevine
connected to tech nines
It's H the lyrical weapon
wanna clash me
a date who's a real dead ringer
Up to no good, I love plottin'
Cause I'm so good when I'm rotten
No more Mr. Nice Guy, wait and see (wait and see)
Turn off the lights, and turn me on
She is a dead ringer, for all of these dead singers
Advocate the devil in me
Run it dry, until I'm ready to go
I’m a dead ringer
It seems from rumors I just can’t get away I'll bet there’ll even be rumors floating around on Judgment Day
I’ll think I’ll write my
you
What can you do?
Have you heard the singer said
He's a dead ringer for
A feeling that I used to know
Hell she cries oh hell
No no it's
reasons to die tonight
Wretch in a ringer in a piggy's eye
Bottle of liquor and a 45
Beyond driven now testify!
Well high stake masquerader
Born to lose
no place without somebody pointin' a finger
I can't show my face â??cause when it comes to rumors I'm a dead ringer
It seems from rumors I just
embittered and pissed
Dead-ringers for men whose whereabouts should not be known
Or be missed
No failed revolts
No plot from the inside
Could contend
no place without somebody pointin' a finger
I can't show my face â??cause when it comes to rumors I'm a dead ringer
It seems from rumors I just
somebody pointin' a finger
I cant show my face cuz when it comes to rumors I'm a dead ringer
It seems from rumors I just can't get away
I bet there'll
What a punch that is bitch
I knead dough no bread winner
I'm a dead ringer for a death dealer
God damn it
I need some focus, smoking
I eulogize with crow
remember this
Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents
Is found tied with no explanation of how they died
Yo the great Sadat X, the High Plains
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