Texty

I bet you thought you were a real operator But I don't know why All you had was a bankroll, babe And a glint in your eye I'm high steppin' like an Indian brave I'm the one dancing on your grave You know I'm a killer, babe Here's late news for you You couldn't buy me with a million, babe 'Cause I'm too good for you I know you think I'm a real rough trade Now I'm the one dancing on your grave One time you was a real high-stepper On the high trapeze But you know you ran out of money Wound up on your knees I'm the one you never made Now I'm the one dancing on your grave I'm the one
Writer(s): Ian Kilmister, Brian Robertson, Philip John Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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