Well if something in the air
feels a little unkind
Don't worry darlin'
It'll slip your mind
I'll be your gypsy joker your
shotgun rider
Baby let me be your soul driver
Now no one knows which way
love's wheel turns
Will we hit it rich
Or crash and burn
Does fortune wait or just
the black hand of fate
This love potion's all we've
got
One toast before it's too
late
If the angels are unkind or
the season is dark
Or if in the end
Love just falls apart
Well then here's to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver
Marco Giunco |
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