Blonde Trouble 가사

she's the kind could clean you out strip your clothes, blow up your house stand you naked in the rubble making promises with your fingers crossed counting the cost of the things you've lost count the cost of things unfound blond trouble she's like the driving force of fate a mirror thrown from a speeding train an elastic rope that's drawn between two points her voice says: would i lie to you? the eyes say something different she says: i think i love you but it's not the thought that counts roll a six 'cause you know you can stare down the barrel of a loaded gun move to a place that seems remote she's the kind could clean you out strip your clothes blow up your house stand you naked in the rubble blond trouble