音乐咖啡厅:San Fermin - Dead

 Little blonde ghost won't let it go

 

Get your ribbons off my bed

 

Ten red roses, oh no-

 

I'd rather be dead

 

I'd rather be dead

 

 

 

Am I reckless and wicked

 

Have I fooled you enough

 

Sticky sweet on the outside

 

And in for myself

 

 

 

I can charm with my eyes and

 

Curse the company I keep

 

Only blankness in my dreams

 

When I go to sleep

 

 

 

Little blonde ghost won't let it go

 

Get your ribbons off my bed

 

Ten red roses, oh no-

 

I'd rather be dead

 

I'd rather be dead

 

 

 

You are mine and mine alone-

 

 

 

I am running a fever

 

I am spoiling the nest

 

Sick and sweet and spreading quickly

 

Oh- I'd rather be dead

 

 

 

I'd rather be dead