Deborah Carne

Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Eyes are smoke on wheels Four sick of sin Deborah Carne had always Played the perfect queen Taking her time they tell us I wasn't there Hollinshead, last only Wooud and Bauer share Ooooooh Deborah Carne I can't touch The heal's too much I'm fighting flames with flares Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne (This is how it goes) Cries because it's real To make her the fool Driving her to a layby Bathes the girl in fuel Keeps her on the phone She won't see it come Passer by don't catch her eye Just leave her on her own Oooooooh Deborah Carne I can't touch The heal's too much I'm fighting flames with flares Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne