The Smits все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed

All men have secrets and here is mine, so let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide, I think I can rely on you
And yet you start to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

So, what difference does it make?
So, what difference does it make?
It makes none but now you have gone