Тексты песен «Jani Lane»

Black dress, with the tights underneath, I've got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth. And she's an actress (actress), but she ain't got no need. She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east...

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make your Yuletide gay From now on our troubles will be miles away...

I got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door It's black and white and faded, it's looking through the wall I see the factory that you worked, seen the wedded in the back The memories of great demand...

Jump back, what's that sound? Here she comes, yeah, full blast and top down Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Model citizen, zero discipline Don't you know she's coming home with me? You'll lose her in that turn, I'll...

I'm outta luck, outta love Got a photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time I dream On every page, every magazine So wild and free, so far from...