Слова:
Shivaree Who S Got Trouble

eyes Hide and seek, yellow ducky Feeling weak or feeling lucky, son Who's got milk? The baby's crying Shut 'em up, get 'em flying Little kiddies bought and sold And papa's got

Won't even try it. wouldn't even dare You come walkin' down, with a mouthful of sand We better cut it out, 'cause it's out of hand And it's loud out

I wore the dress that you liked almost everyday Boxed up all my baby dolls and gave them away I wrote your name on the wall next to my bed Any day that

Someday You'll want me like I want you But I'll be gone With somebody new Someday You will cry the way I did You'll hang your head But tears can't be

in a dream I'm looking for a rainbow to fly over To a place where angels draw their bows It's danger heaven knows To wager my X's and O's That we could

It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And I

three times hope we throw a seven And you can tell the man she's keeping her eyes So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys She's never thrown

It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And

Please take me out of here So we can have a ball I've been tied up My face against the wall Who's got trouble We've got trouble Go ahead make mine a