Texas - White on Blonde Lyrics
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White on Blonde
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What Are The Lyrics For White on Blonde By Texas?
A perfect face comes calling
A perfect hand reaches out Her perfect face in the morning December girl feels the same She needs to find a place Cause she never looked so good when she was down She's blonde on white White on blonde Her perfections are now gone Reflections everywhere If you gaze for too long It will fade and then it's gone Reflections everywhere Imagine naked legs falling Walking barefoot in the rain Imagine freezing cold weather December girl feels the same She needs to find a place Cause she never looked so good when she was down She's blonde on white White on blonde Her perfections are now gone Reflections everywhere If you gaze for too long It will fade and then it's gone Reflections everywhere A perfect face comes calling A perfect hand reaches out She needs to find a place Cause she never looked so good when she was down She's blonde on white White on blonde Her perfections are now gone Reflections everywhere If you gaze for too long It will fade and then it's gone Reflections everywhere She's blonde on white White on blonde Her perfections are now gone Reflections everywhere If you gaze for too long It will fade and then it's gone Reflections everywhere She's blonde on white White on blonde Her perfections are now gone Reflections everywhere If you gaze for too long It will fade and then it's gone Reflections everywhere |
Who Wrote White on Blonde By Texas?
John Mc Elhone, Sharleen Spiteri
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What's The Duration Of The White on Blonde By Texas?The duration of White on Blonde is 3:44 minutes and seconds. |
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