Clive Gregson - Can't Win Lyrics

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Can't Win

Can't Win Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Can't Win By Clive Gregson?
Those backstreet women, watch what you say
You turn your back and they slide away They run next door, they give it all away Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide Gatemouth woman leaning on the fence She's got no teeth, she's got no sense You don't need much intelligence Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide Slide over here, slide over there Spreading that scandal everywhere Stab you in the back and they just don't care Doing the slide Now slander is a loving tongue They speak your name to everyone Never is a curse left unsung Doing the slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide The backstreet slide, the backstreet slide They're gonna get you, dead or alive Stab you in the back with a kitchen knife Doing the backstreet slide Do it all day, the backstreet slide |
Who Wrote Can't Win By Clive Gregson?
Richard Thompson
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What's The Duration Of The Can't Win By Clive Gregson?The duration of Can't Win is 5:11 minutes and seconds. |
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