Gerry Son & The Smokin' Gun - Dead Pretty

Your dead pretty
You've got the world laying at your feet
Your dead pretty
Your hungry for love
But you know your too full, to eat
In the city
You own any of the streets u haunt
In the city
You could get any single thing you need
And any single one that you want
Whatever happened to your happiness
No destination it's a state of dress
You take the pushes and you take the shoves
You take the heartache coz you don't speak the language of love
Muerta bonita
El mundo está a tus pies
Muerta bonita
Tienes hambre de amor
Pero no quieres comer
En la ciudad
Eres un fantasma de la calle.
En la ciudad
Hay todo lo que necesitas
Y a quien quieras
Whatever happened to your happiness
No destination it's a state of dress
You take the pushes and you take the shoves
You take the heartache coz you don't speak the language of love
Coz you don't speak the language of love
Coz you don't speak the language of love
Your dead pretty, Your dead pretty
Muerta bonita
Coz you don't speak the language of love
Muerta bonita, muerta bonita
Your dead pretty
Coz you don't speak the language of love
Your dead pretty, Your dead pretty
Muerta bonita
Coz you don't speak the language of love
Muerta bonita, muerta bonita
Your dead pretty
Coz you don't speak the language of love

Written by:
Gerard McGlade

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