As the evening lights go dim
He's certain to begin his dens of seediness increase
And knocks them off, one by one
Using his whip like a gun
He's the perfect stranger
And he picks on the ones who likes
Fear invicted into a perfect stranger
Fear invicted into a perfect stranger
Fear invicted into a perfect stranger
Fear invicted into a perfect stranger
It's a whorehouse in here x16
Composição: Miles Kane
