Texty:
Concrete Blond

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that the war is over Everybody knows that the good

Outside in the hall there's a cat fight It's just after midnight, I guess ill be alright I'm laid out on the floor, drunk and poor How much longer, how

Feeling the fire under my feet I was a liar, you were a cheat Playing with knives we were cut close to home Close to the bone just so alone Something

I hear you're driving someone else's car now She said you came and took your stuff away All the poetry, and the trunk you kept your life in I knew that

Lots of guys Can make me laugh And show me some good time Treat me nice and want me by their side Lots of people Call themselves my friends And that'

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wondered "Where am I? How did I get here? who am I?" and looked around with frightened eyes and saw the world

what I feel inside, sometimes is hard to get out. lost in translation what I'm thinking about. the voices inside... I believe when I hear they come from

Well, it's a man's, man's Man's, man's world But it wouldn't be nothing Without a woman or a girl Without a woman or a girl Man made the cars To take

I saw a face in the shower door A cowboy smiled, came and faded I reached for my towel on the floor I didn't think it was exactly where I laid it "You