Bobby Caldwell - Catwalk paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Catwalk - Bobby Caldwell



Catwalk
Caldwell/Perry
Standing on a catwalk, baby
I′m about to come undone
And things are hard to change
With this empty gun
Out here on the catwalk, baby
Can't you see my hands are tied
To make a stupid move
Could mean suicide
They were rolling the dice
But I never thought twice
Of the ace I would hide
But when I tried to leave
It fell from my sleeve
Now I′m trapped on this catwalk outside
Now I'm on this catwalk, baby
Keeps me in a rotten mood
But who could catch their breath
At this altitude
Standing on a catwalk, baby
I'm about to come undone
And things are hard to get changed
With this empty gun
They were rolling the dice
But I didn′t think twice
Of the ace I would hide
But when I tried to leave
It fell from my sleeve
Now I′m trapped on this catwalk outside



Writer(s): Perry, Caldwell


Bobby Caldwell - Carry On
Album Carry On
date de sortie
19-08-2016




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