Now I’m waiting across the streetGot this smell of steel on my hands andI’m hoping you’ll surrender and you’ll sayYou’ll be my manI don’t want to hurt youBut if I, if I have to I’ll be ableWithout you I am nothingMy cards are on the table
Now I’m waiting across the streetGot this smell of steel on my hands andI’m hoping you’ll surrender and you’ll sayYou’ll be my manI don’t want to hurt youBut if I, if I have to I’ll be ableWithout you I am nothingMy cards are on the table