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

Wood and bauer share

Ooh

Ooh deborah carne

I can’t touch

The heat’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 lay bay

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

Ooh

Ooh deborah carne

I can’t touch

The heat’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