Qualcosa che ribolle ed esplode. Interpretazione fenomenale.
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered all night
Her husband was a hardworking man
About a mile away from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And my body shivered for you
My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
To the pines, to the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivers for you
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
My body shivered for you
My body shivered
My body shivered
My body shivered
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