Don't Burn Your Lips

 

I'm just a country boy, lost in the town

Playing hide and seek, wanting to be found

I'm drowning in a ditch, they don't understand to die

I bet a dime they won't find me alive

 

Lady sings the blues, her lips are catching fire

She lies like a wizard does, I listen and admire

Her beer is full of tears, waiter gives her all his tips

She hypnotizes people with their whips

 

Don't burn your lips with that cigarette

Give it to me

 

A boy meets a girls like that, a boy who's never hunted

The best thing he knows is to know that he is wanted

She wants to show him places, she don't know much about them

but she recognizes all the faces

 

She takes me to a ride, I never fall asleep

I don't care if I get tired, we're no here to weep

She let me buy her all her drinks, to buy her eighty things

Confused of all this fuzz around me

 

Don't burn your lips with that cigarette

Give it to me

 

When I came to this town my currency was gold

Im wanted the world but it was already sold

Now club's are closed and I'm on hold, yet I don't see a soul

Who'll fix a hole in almost brand new soul?

 

I threw my darts away, yet I was willing to stay

Found a stone on the street, filled the empty place

Put my face in empty pocket, it has no warmth to give

You will learn as long as you will live

 

Don't burn your lips with that cigarette

Give it to me

 

 

 

©1989 Jarmo Haapamäki, performed by The Soul Preachers

 

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