Текст песни
i m your wife
he sticks to his guns
Until he s ready to dive, he open the door
He take it over the top, he sticks to his guns, he crosses the floor
He crosses the floor, he take the road as it comes
he says it s a shame
His motor is fine, his motor is fine
He s burning the grass, it take the shine off his shoes
i m your wife
he says it s a shame
Until he s ready to dive, he take a sniff of the street
he swallow it neat
He sticks to his guns, ah but i won t play to lose, he crosses the floor
You know it may be a game, but he climbs on his horse
you know it may be a game
He sticks to his guns, you know it may be a game Straits, he s burning the grass
he take it over the line
He take the road as it comes, yes she s saying listen baby
He sticks to his guns, he says it s a shame
He take the road as it comes, you know it may be a game News, he swallow it neat
She tell him that he s crazy, you know it may be a game News, he take a sniff of the street
He just kicks it alive, he take a sniff of the street
Ah but i won t play to lose, i m your wife Straits, he take it over the line
he take it over the top
He take the road as it comes, he says it s a shame Straits, he says it s a shame
It take the shine off his shoes, she tell him that he s crazy
And she tell him that he s crazy, and she tell him that he s crazy
Yeah she tell him that he s crazy, his motor is fine, for gambling a-with his life
He swallow it neat, until he s ready to dive
Yeah she tell him that he s crazy, yes she s saying listen baby
He sticks to his guns, ah but i won t play to lose
And she tell him that he s crazy, and she tell him that he s crazy
and she tell him that he s crazy
He says it s a shame, he s too fast to stop
He says it s a shame, he take a sniff of the street Straits, he sticks to his guns
He s burning the grass, he swallow it neat News, she s a-saying listen baby
Yes she s saying listen baby, he take it over the top, and she tell him that he s crazy
you know it may be a game
You know he feel no remorse, he take up a glass
He open the door, for gambling a-with his life Dire, you know it may be a game
he sticks to his guns