paroles de chanson Going to Town - The Afghan Whigs

Lover mine
Get your coat and come outside
I wanna take you for a ride
On into town
Lover fair
We'll be looking sharp, I swear
I want them all to stop and stare
When we take 'em down
Go to town
Burn it down
Turn around
And get your stroll on, baby
I'll get the car
You get the match and gasoline
And as we ride
Away into the countryside
I feel as though I must confide
There is a cost
When you say
Now we got hell to pay
Don't worry baby, that's ok
I know the boss
Go to town
Burn it down
Turn around
And yet your stroll on, baby
I'll get the car
You get the match and gasoline
Go to town
Burn it down
Turn around
And yet your stroll on, baby
I'll get the car
You get the match and gasoline