Letra da Música: Murder Style - The Lords Of The New Church

Hot love and cold steelStruttin' like Pink Panther
Ain't got no plansI ain't a boy and I ain't no man
Hanging on the cornerJust waiting for some action
There's cops in squad carsLooking at me like I'm Bily The Kid

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Live for the nightime
Sleeping all day
Nightime is the right time
Murder style...its the way I talkwalk
Leather and black laceBoys all wearing make-up
If looks could killIt gives the girls such a thrill
Spiked heels on cold stoneFootsteps echo in the darkness
I wanna-I wanna-I wanna-I want it right now

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The Lipstick killers of London Town
The street-beat cool of New York City
The cat walks in Gay Paree'
Struttin'through towns without pity
NighstalkersWe are the streetwalkers
Just you and meA menace to society
We're lady killersI'm a hard core thriller
I whisper