CHANTELLE DELANEY
She was young, she was crazy
There was everything about Chantelle Delaney
When I fell ten stories in her cold killer eyes
I knew the girl was the kind that never did cry
Making love to our favourite song
And we spun with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
Lipstick kisses on the mirror
Just to turn me on
Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
She was fire, supernova
Now I'm all burned out, over-exposure
Paris streets never felt so bare
But when I got back home
She was rocking my chair
Making love to our favourite song
And we spun with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
Lipstick kisses on the mirror
Just to turn me on
Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
Making love to our favourite song
And we rolled with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
('Cause I love you, child)
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
And her French lace laying on the pillow
Just to turn me on
Oh, Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
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CHANTELLE DELANEY
She was young, she was crazy
There was everything about Chantelle Delaney
When I fell ten stories in her cold killer eyes
I knew the girl was the kind that never did cry
Making love to our favourite song
And we spun with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
Lipstick kisses on the mirror
Just to turn me on
Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
She was fire, supernova
Now I'm all burned out, over-exposure
Paris streets never felt so bare
But when I got back home
She was rocking my chair
Making love to our favourite song
And we spun with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
Lipstick kisses on the mirror
Just to turn me on
Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
Making love to our favourite song
And we rolled with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
('Cause I love you, child)
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
And her French lace laying on the pillow
Just to turn me on
Oh, Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
She was young, she was crazy
There was everything about Chantelle Delaney
When I fell ten stories in her cold killer eyes
I knew the girl was the kind that never did cry
Making love to our favourite song
And we spun with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
Lipstick kisses on the mirror
Just to turn me on
Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
She was fire, supernova
Now I'm all burned out, over-exposure
Paris streets never felt so bare
But when I got back home
She was rocking my chair
Making love to our favourite song
And we spun with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
Lipstick kisses on the mirror
Just to turn me on
Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
Making love to our favourite song
And we rolled with the record all night long
I said, Chantelle, baby, let me be your gun
('Cause I love you, child)
But I woke with the chills in a blizzard
And the girl was gone
And her French lace laying on the pillow
Just to turn me on
Oh, Chantelle, Chantelle Delaney
Writer: Pop Levi
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