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Walking out of England thinking you were king taking on this worldOn that bus that goes through Mexico a killer love finds a sweet Mexican girlBut in Mississippi we rushed into the roomDown in Dixie you were crying for dopeDown in Alabama they like home cooked fare yeahSo we're gonna strap you to the fryin' chair yeahBut I don't know what love isIs there something else giving me the chills?But if my hands are the color of bloodThen, Baby, I can tell ya sure I can tell yaLove killsKillsLove killsKillsDo you wanna hear all the sirens of the city drown the arguing?We're on riker's island on a population board They don't care about your fameBut I don't know what love isIs there something else giving me the chills?But if my hands are the color of bloodThen, Baby, I can tell ya sure I can tell yaLove killsKillsLetras de cancionesLove killsKillsOn the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a treeOoh-oh-ohh Ooh-oh-ohh And you can't call the lawyers 'cause the whorehouse is asleepOhh-oh-ohhOoh-oh-ohh You people will get weakOhh-oh-ohhOoh-oh-ohh They'll throw you in a cell where you can barely breatheOhh-oh-ohh Ooh-oh-ohh But I don't know what love isIs there something else giving me the chills?But if my hands are the color of bloodThen, Baby, I can tell ya sure I can tell yaLove killsKillsLove killsKills From Letras Mania