The Sick & The Restless

There i fell for the line of a henchman
A professional killer from Chi
I could'nt help but loving him madly
For him, even I would die

If this love isn't real, then take me to jail
If this love isn't real, don't make me go again
If this love isn't real, then take me to jail
I'm a one armed bandit, a bandit in need

Would you be my second hand?
Would you be my second hand?

I was born on a ranch in Wyoming
Not treated like Helen of Troy
But then I left my home for the city
To play in it's mad dizzy world

If this love isn't real, then take me to jail
If this love isn't real, don't make me go again
If this love isn't real, then take me to jail
I'm a one armed bandit, a bandit in need

Would you be my second hand?
Would you be my second hand?



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Sebesta
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