13 acessos
Wanna know why there's a dead guy in my dining room.
Hit a dead end with my best friend, met his end too soon
Cold bloody killer in the mirror, I don't recognize
cold and convicted, TV depicted right before your eyes
But it's over, I 'am telling you now
Oh no, no more
Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster
Oh, it's a recipe for disaster
Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster
Oh it's a recipe for disaster.
Early evening, wine was breathing, things were going well
I took a good look at the cookbook, found the perfect spell
My preparation, anticipation, but suffered in suspense
Intoxicated, he turns out wasted, and I took offense
But it's over, I'm telling you now
Oh no, no more
Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster
Oh, it's a recipe for disaster
Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster
Oh, it's a recipe for disaster