paroles de chanson
You're
checking
in
on
the
palm
of
your
hand
It's
paper
thin
like
the
sound
of
that
band
You
ask
the
club,
"Do
you
know
who
I
am?"
No
triple
A,
gotta
pay
to
get
into
the
zone
This
love
wasn't
born
in
a
helicopter
'Cause
I
would
love
For
you
to
go
to
hell
The
sober
souls
never
open
no
doors
Don't
own
the
walls
and
you
think
it's
all
yours
That
deuce
is
gone
where
the
rain
up
in
smoke
You
lost
the
case,
in
your
face,
they
were
playing
a
fool
This
love
wasn't
born
in
a
helicopter
'Cause
I
would
love
For
you
to
go
to
hell
You
strut
around
like
you're
some
kind
of
special
You
think
your
touch
has
the
Midas
affection
You're
cranking
sounds,
windows
down,
but
it's
minus
ten
So
you
can
go
to
hell
'Cause
I
would
love
For
you
to
go
to
hell
Sweet
imagination
Sweet
fascination
Come
on,
baby,
come
on,
go
to
hell
Come
on,
baby,
come
on,
go
to
hell
Come
on,
baby,
come
on,
go
to
hell
Come
on,
baby,
come
on,
go
to
hell
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