Текст песни Highway Gardens - Hex Girls
Dance
with
me
like
the
1950's
Be
close
to
me
like
a
sweat-filled
t-shirt
At
Highway
Gardens
in
the
1950's
Dance
with
me
like
the
1950's
Like
a
knife
in
the
boot
in
a
Friday
rumble
Be
close
to
me
Be
close
to
me
Be
close
to
me
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
I
never
got
to
taste
your
kiss
I
bet
it
is
beautiful
Lay
next
to
me
like
a
coffin
that
meets
the
dirt
Lay
next
to
me
as
they
lower
us
to
the
dirt
It's
like
that
BP
Fallon
song
They
say
time
is
an
accordion
Well
it's
true
I'm
simply
glad
that
you're
here
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
I
never
locked
lips
with
death
but
I
bet
it'd
be
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
I
never
locked
lips
with
you,
I
bet
it'd
be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ,
she's
beautiful
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
I
never
locked
lips
with
death
but
I
bet
it'd
be
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
Hotter
than
a
son
of
a
bitch
I
never
locked
lips
with
you,
I
bet
it'd
be
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ,
she's
beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful
Christ,
she's
beautiful
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