Belle Streets Midnight
Don’t you worry about it I’m not in love for the last time, baby, take off your gloves why do you poison me with words? all this talkin makes me hurt the belle... streets.... midnight...laugh like rain there’s a lazy whistle...blowin’ in my ear withallthiswhistlinit‘shardtohear you keep sippin’ but there‘s nothin inside your cup silly girl...why don’t you fill it up the belle… streets… midnight…laugh like rain Her smoke blows like snow across my face but this is the EASTSIDE babe Are you sure this street is safe??? Broadway is left south is where you are so many times in my life I’ve starved...