Testi:
Hunter Valentine

Que mas quisiera yo que estar, solo un minuto nada mas, y sin decir palabras, fuera todo facil y normal, quien fuera yo tu capitan, para tenerte en alta

storm Tuesday they predict the bad Wednesday they cover the grass And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat

sadden And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking Randolph Valentino, the gigolo from Glasgow But like an old, old hunter

's a cherokee on the war path, and you're her pray [CHORUS] Dark shiny boots the hunter she wears She's a saint but how she can make you scream A gorgeous Valentine

t take no more I guess of my valentine Valentine, I killed my valentine And I laughed until I cried for my valentine Valentine, I killed my valentine

Oh, pretty boy, you found it hard to really find out what felt right You wanna be a pretty girl, you'd hunt at night The streets, your urgency to bleed

things, and so love became a fearful calm, and i have always run back to the storm the lion completed, weakened by love, send me back to the hunt my

things, and so love became a fearful calm, and i have always run back to the storm the lion completed, weakened by love, send me back to the hunt my

storm Tuesday they predict the bad Wednesday they cover the grass And I can see it's all about cash And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass And treat