Mott the Hoople

Mott the Hoople - Born Late '58 songtekst

Je score:

Got a little cadillac bite.
Shook me about - inside out
Didn't get home 'till light.

She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her
No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you

Burned out as the light turned green
Smoke-screened off her rail.
He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin'
Faster than the U.S. mail.

She's a speeder, a leader
You're really gotta meet her
You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you.

Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her
Don't you try and steal her away
Hush, man logs in her dam
Think you better fade away

Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator
She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire
Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her
Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later
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Auteur: Overend Watts

Componist: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment (UK) Ltd.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2013

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Live 2013 (2014) , The Hoople (1974)

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