Текст песни Mighty Boy - Evie

From the streets, to the mills, to the bricks
Is the charm in the tonic or the kick
That's the price that you pay for your hips
When the heart starts to tick
When the heart starts to tick

Oh Mighty Boy
Don't pick what you can't afford
Either way, think I'm sold
On a battered ashtray
Is that what you want me to say?
I won't melt with the snow the next day?

From the shores, to the hills, to the tolls
I'll get the first, you the second, and the third
Maybe chat in the back, in the cold
Maybe I like the cold
Maybe I like the cold

Oh Mighty Boy
Don't pick what you can't afford
Either way, think I'm sold
On a battered ashtray
Is that what you want me to say?
I won't melt with the snow the next day?

Oh Mighty Boy
Don't pick what you can't afford
Either way, think I'm sold
On a battered ashtray
Is that what you want me to say?
I won't melt with the snow the next day?