di Tuck, Thomas, Paget, Gilmore, James
BULLETS FOR MY VALENTINE
It’s hot as
hell in here
Everybody wants to lose control
The music’s turned up loud, the lights
We’ll turn them low
Wound up like a hurricane
And my head’s about to explode
Can’t wait to self-destruct
Can’t wait to let it go
(Whoa-oh) She hits the stage
(Whoa-oh) She makes me crave
So come and get my money (whoa-oh-oh-oh)