Curves and lines
She's been crying her whole life
Key scratching up the eight ball bag
And making love to knives
Wearing out my razors thin
She's my woman
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most f*cked up one of us all
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
Just got off the Decca bus
Any town 2am
I ain't got much
A bottle of whiskey
And a knife in my pock
She says I'm a real good f*ck
Seven/23 we're running free
Baby like it's just you and me
I don't know what their thinkin
About our drinkin
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
Amy- why me
Winehouse- why now
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
In 30 Camden
Here lies a Classic Car Bomb
The Brothels - Classic Car Bomb Lyrics
The Brothels - Classic Car Bomb Lyrics
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Curves and lines
She's been crying her whole life
Key scratching up the eight ball bag
And making love to knives
Wearing out my razors thin
She's my woman
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most f*cked up one of us all
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
Just got off the Decca bus
Any town 2am
I ain't got much
A bottle of whiskey
And a knife in my pock
She says I'm a real good f*ck
Seven/23 we're running free
Baby like it's just you and me
I don't know what their thinkin
About our drinkin
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
Amy- why me
Winehouse- why now
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
In 30 Camden
Here lies a Classic Car Bomb
She's been crying her whole life
Key scratching up the eight ball bag
And making love to knives
Wearing out my razors thin
She's my woman
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most f*cked up one of us all
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
Just got off the Decca bus
Any town 2am
I ain't got much
A bottle of whiskey
And a knife in my pock
She says I'm a real good f*ck
Seven/23 we're running free
Baby like it's just you and me
I don't know what their thinkin
About our drinkin
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
Amy- why me
Winehouse- why now
Classic Car Bomb
She was clean huh
Classic Car Bomb
Supposed to meet up
Classic Car Bomb
Oh when they found her
Classic Car Bomb
In 30 Camden
In 30 Camden
Here lies a Classic Car Bomb
Writer: David Luna
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid