Текст песни «Bonaparte - High Heels To Hell»

when iВґm looking at life chupped up with a kitchen knife
i see that the lifestyle is there long before i arrive
i see that everythingВґs been said but not by everyone yet
and then something always happens but nothing ever really does

iВґm eleven, then sixteen, in it for passion and compassion
stick my head into a bag and they go. >
do a headstand for days and days, i watch the world reveal
and then something always happens, but nothingВґs really real

something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu
something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu

i thought that iВґm a man but sometimes itВґs hart to tell
iВґm walking but it feels likes iВґm on high heels to hell
it was hardcore, but it donВґt seem so hard anymore
and then something always happens, iВґve heard it before

give me a head start, three rounds later iВґll find
your face reads like a book and now iВґd rather be blind
there are good times and bad times, all dressed in silver stockings
something always happens, but donВґt bother knocking

something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu
something always happens - hu hu - high heels to hell - hu hu

oh i do things and say things and iВґm ranting and raving
and i think that time is a friend of minde
i wanna hide up in that tree in the afterglow
things are more like they are now than they have ever been
things are more like they are now than they have ever been
than they have ever been, than they have ever been

imagine two parallel lines, and itВґs love at first sight
crossing somewhere in infinity, because such is the zeitgeist
i know it sounds exciting, but i guess iВґm only dreaming
something always happens, but itВґs hard to find the meaning

something always happens - high heels to hell
something always happens - high heels to hell

something always happens, what - hard to tell
keep on walking - high heels to hell