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White Wing - John David Souther

They never saw us coming

Till they hit the floor

They just kept begging for more

More

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

I was brought up as a southern belle

I grew into the queen of hell

You were just a little stowaway

That stabbed her way to save herself

You always liked the taste of blood

I get off when I point a gun

It's so good to have someone to be so bad with

First one up was a preacher's son

Last one down was an Englishman

I'm in bed with his bowtie on

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

Sunday on notting hill

He was sneaking a cigarette

His god protects him but

I know we'll get him yet

Ran my fingers through his hair

So he thinks it's fun and games

He don't know our faces but he'll never forget our names

First one up was a preacher's son

Last one down was an Englishman

I'm in bed with his bowtie on

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

I was waiting in the getaway car

You were stuck in the hotel bar

He was a proper Englishman

He has one last pipe before the cops broke in

You poured the gasoline and

I drove into the flames

History will hate us but they'll never forget our names

They never saw us coming

Till they hit the floor

They just kept begging for more

More

They never saw us coming

Till they hit the floor

They just kept begging for more

More

First one up was a preacher's son

Last one down was an Englishman

I'm in bed with his bowtie on

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

Na na na na na na na

All dressed up for a hit and run

All dressed up

All dressed up for a hit and run

All dressed up for a hit and run