Lyrics

Dressed to the nines, drinking cheap wine, It feels so good she does it all the time. Ruby red lips, stained finger tips, Nothing else matters when she's shaking her hips She doesn't remember a thing Doesn't even know with who or where she's been Soul on fire She never sleeps Dancing with angels Her secrets they keep No one listens, but I hear her shout A soul on fire Is something that you can't put out. Waking up late, place in a state, Doesn't even have a name to put to his face. Barely sixteen, oh, what she's seen So many lies she don't know what to believe. She doesn't remember a thing Doesn't even know with who or where she's been Soul on fire She never sleeps Dancing with angels Her secrets they keep No one listens, but I hear her shout A soul on fire Is something that you can't put out.
Writer(s): Adam Greene, Steve Diamond, Lynne Jackaman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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