I never saw a dame yet that didn't understand a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a .45!

I never saw a dame yet that didn't understand a good slap in the mouth or a slug from a .45!

A singer song writer whose literate lyrics alternate between misery and wit!
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the hallelujah…
Isn't that right?
پ.ن: به قول دوپونا از اونم بالاتر از قوانین مورفی هم بدتره!
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face!!!
و کلاوس ماینه با اون صدای خش دارش و لهجه آلمانی...
People are strange when you're a stranger.
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted.
Streets are uneven when you're down.
When you're strange faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange no one remembers your name.
When you're strange, when you're strange,
When you're strange.
People are strange when you're a stranger.
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted.
Streets are uneven when you're down.
When you're strange faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange no one remembers your name.
When you're strange, when you're strange,
When you're strange.
Aw-right, yeah.
As for me; all I ever seem to learn from love
Is how to shoot at someone who out-drew ya!