paroles de chanson Beat Girl - The Damned

She's nearly almost here
Digs all the modern gear
Cool, like a lager beer
Beat Girl

Tries anything for kicks
Lose you with the swinging hips
Mates with her pretty lips
Beat Girl

That's the beat girl feeding coins in the jukebox
Long white stockings and no make-up
Big wheel setting up the coffee pot
She makes like she's not over-concerned
With this extravagant attention
Keeps giving me the look like
I'm supposed to rate this chick high

Ploughs like a chicken run
Goes but it ain't no fun
Not unless you do the ton
Beat Girl

Drives in an old sedan
Drives all the way she can
Jives like a crazy man
Beat Girl

(I think I was stoned)
(In fact I was)