The Hitman – Queen (Letras)

1 enero, 1900 a0130523 0 comentarios

I m the hitman
Stand aside
I m the hitman
I want your life
Ain t no escaping
Don t run and hide
There goes the neighbourhood
I m gonna kill for your love
Hitman
Now don t you cry
I m just it man
And you might get fried
Gun in my pocket
Don t get me wrong
I ll be your hitman – a fool for your love
I m the head shredder –
That s better –
Baby baby baby
I m a hitman – hitman – hitman
Yeah – trouble in the east, troubled in the west
Struggle with the beast – what a thief, what a pest
Come back mother / nuke that sucker
Yeah – yeah – yeah
I m the hitman – that s the way to do it
I m your prize
But this hitman –
Can cut you down to size
Love me (baby)
Don t be so cool
Love me love me baby
I ve been to the hitman school
Yeah – yeah
You re gonna make my day
Gonna blow you away
Now the fun begins
Hitman
Are you ready for the sting
Gonna waste that thing
Hitman is king