Lyrics

Make new friends but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold. It's a sin to be this bold. Cash my chips in and fold. It can't be bought and can't be sold. Dreadful sight to behold. Head on fire but hands are cold. Can't be learned and can't be told. Oooo If you got a truth to bend Then I've got an ear to lend. Fact and fiction tend to blend. It makes my case hard to defend. I take a Dusk Walk and hide Between the day and night. I grip a stick of dynamite, A short fuse to ignite. Oooo Twice as nice I wanna give in to another vice What is left and what is right? Outta mind and outta sight. Twice as nice. Climb inside and have another bite. Can you read between the lines? Take a risk and pick from the vine. I've been thinkin' 'bout the devil. Shoulda known he would not level with me. Devil would not level with me Devil He wouldn't level
Writer(s): Veronica Carrier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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