Complaint

She's got to be your woman
But she makes you feel the same wrong and thrown
Ooh Lord, let me drive you home

Hustle and buzz
Our Mary's back in town
Sheeny little face
Braves
Don't mess around!
Hey, Babe
You're gonna make them wallets pray
Yea-eah

No matter how you try
You gotta be on high
To face this truth
The love is in the air
Let's ride the electric chair
Over and over again
You're choosing your complaint

Truly
God sent us far
You gotta feel it till the grave

No matter how you try
You gotta be on high
To face this truth
The love is in the air
Let's ride the electric chair
Over and over again
You're choosing your complaint

No matter how you try
You gotta be on high
To face this truth
The love is in the air
Let's ride the electric chair
Over and over again
You're choosing your complaint



Credits
Writer(s): а орищук, в найденкин, н баранов
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