Chelsea Boots Pretty Stranger
I'm just a pretty stranger
Living poorly, looking fine
Have a special taste for torture
But I only play inside
No strings attached to heaven
Though I'm smelling quite divine
This earthly creature does feel something
Can you penetrate his mind?
They speak of murder in the news
I'd love to spin the wheels oh boy, ‘cos you can't refuse
Am I free enough to choose?
Done my time, fooled some lovers
In a scientific mood
They all seem lonely when they're naked
Do I look the same way too?
They speak of murder in the news
I'd love to spin the wheels oh boy, ‘cos you can't refuse
Am I free enough to choose?
Am I way too young to feel blue?
They speak of murder in the news
I'd love to spin the wheels oh boy, ‘cos you can't refuse
They speak of murder in the news
I'd love to spin the wheels oh boy, ‘cos you can't refuse
Am I free enough to choose?
Am I way too young?
Am I way too young?
