Paroles de Kansas City Bomber

She comes from kansas city, in the middle of the land She was the queen of the game But love never came with a man, with a man Now all they know is her name She's the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can see it by the rage upon her face The blast of the whistle, the bomber takes the floor She turns, she spins on the rail But she'll be the first one to score, watch her score And the board light up as the sails She's the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race, of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can tell by the rage upon her face She's gonna leave tommorrow, she's never coming back But tommorrow is only a day But now she is trapped on the track, on the track And god help the lady in her way She's the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race, of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can tell by the rage upon her face, on her face