Dead Man's Mouth

I've got holes in my pockets and in my second hand shoes
I look my best in my bathrobe and I know it's the truth
I thought I'd write you a good love song
All I got is leftover blues

With my hands on your chest and my eyes on the prize
I feel this fever coming up and know it is no surprise
I had it all
Oh, God, I had my fun

Old love sticks around
I know all your secret signs
Your favourite highs
Old love sticks around
I know that your favourite sound
Comes from a dead man's mouth

You came around, in a second, you had me in sight
Only the littlest pieces are left here alive
What a man
I'd do it all again

Old love sticks around
I know all your secret signs
Your favourite highs
Old love sticks around
I know that your favourite sound
Comes from a dead man's mouth

Old love sticks around
I know all your secret signs
Your favourite highs
Old love sticks around
I know that your favourite sound
Comes from a dead man's mouth
Oh, oh
Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Ingmar Spaaij, Wies Peeters
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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