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Sister Midnight


Genres: Other
Total songs: 10
Year: 1999

Turn Blue Lyrics - Sister Midnight - Iggy And Ziggy

See a black El Dorado 

Oh, rolling along down below my window 

That black girl in the back looks pretty good 

Christ, she's beautiful 

You know how soft she is 

Just what you feel like 

 

Oh, and I'm so far away from her 

Jesus, this is Iggy 

You 

You might as well come with me 

When you ride the ride 

There's talk and I don't wanna talk 

 

Oh momma, I shot myself down 

Oh momma, I shot myself down 

Oh momma, I shot myself down 

Oh momma, oh momma, I tell ya, I shot myself down 

 

They're stepping on our hearts (stepping on our hearts) 

Stepping on our hearts 

I don't know why they're stepping on our hearts (stepping on our hearts) 

Stepping on our hearts 

Damn, I don't know why 

Stepping on our hearts, stepping on our hearts 

Stepping on our hearts, stepping on our hearts 

Stepping on our hearts 

Can't you see? 

 

You know, stepping on your hearts 

How come the blacks, how come they, they copy you so good? 

They get off on you, so ooh, sexually 

If you wanna make it 

Young man, you gotta make somebody come 

Come out of your black 

Come out of your black 

Black and strong and black-black and strong and 

Black 

Strong 

Black 

 

Jesus, it's cold in this room, it's really cold 

You know I never, I never told you about this, but there's one guy 

Somebody I really love, he's never around 

Well, he was taking things that could be alright, that could be nice 

And make him so ugly, so damn ugly 

And we put out the lights on them 

Yeah, we'd make it dark, we put out the lights, on them 

It's idiots like you that screw me up 

I know there's nothing to you 

And I don't know why I treat you so kind 

Come down and dance with me, dance with me 

You got nobody left but me 

Accept me, don't reject me, don't forget me 

Momma, what color will the lights be, will they turn blue on me? 

Momma, what color will the lights be? 

Will they turn blue on me? 

Momma 

I shot myself up 

Whoa momma, I shot myself up 

Momma, I shot myself up, up, up, up, up 

Momma 

I shot myself up, down, up, down, momma 

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, momma 

I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't mean to, but I did it 

Momma, I shot myself 

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