Текст песни Doogie White - Bring Your Daughter... To The Slaughter

Текст:

Honey its getting close to midnight And all the myths are in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow make no sound If there's some living to be done Before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one So unchain your back door invite me around Honey its getting close to daybreadk The sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache Just empty words and humble pie So get down on your kneees honey Assume an attitude You just pray that I'll be waiting Cause you know I'm coming soon So pick up your foolish pride,no going back No where, no way, no place to hide Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go

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