Like Hell Songtext
von Francis Doom

Following the stream
Of Merlot down your cheek
And on your dress
It smears across your chest
And leaves an abstract mess
I′m oddly drawn
To it
Yeah you
You look like hell
Oh but you
You wear it well
You wear it well
Too old to know the song
But still you sing along
The words all wrong
We kiss with open mouths
Like children learning how With no adults around
Yeah you
You look like hell
Oh but you
You wear it well
You wear it well
We get back
In time to tuck the kids in send the sitter home
And you crash
And drool into the carpet
And it's perfect
Darling you
You look like hell
Oh but you
You wear it well
You wear it well