Curves Songtext
von John Wolfington

Her porcelain skull lay crushed underneath
The brand new fender of a 911 turbo
And eight bloody roses lay spread across the lawn
Her red leather dress was never too long and

White light the earth is gone
Curves run from the scene of the crime
Curves are my favorite kind of line


Vicious as it was it didn′t take long
The speed was right and steel is strong

White light the earth is gone
Curves run from the scene of the crime
Curves are my favorite kind of line
Curves run from the scene of the crime
Curves are my favorite kind of line

She only wants to survive for another day
She only wants to survive for another day
She only wants to survive for another day
She only wants to survive for another day