Letras
Hey, you handsome vulture
What you got hiding under there?
You got my hands tied
You got your hands behind your back
I take it all's okay, you handsome vulture
With all your charm and wit and escapades
You're making me pick
You son of a bitch, you're making me pick one
You ask me about my absences
Then you make some of your own
You ask me about my absences
Then make some of your own