Always in the bad books,
It’s not how it looks, but to be a pawn,
End up being rooks, we weren’t given we just took,
Good people can end up being crooks, uh-ohI dance the heel off my black boot, the feather of my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said, «There’s no turning back»

Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that
Eternal torture I quite fancy some of that

I dance the heel off my black boot, the feather of my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said, «There’s no turning back»

Sour little sweetie,little sweetie nonetheless
Like my bottom piece on my hair, so when the men saw
Darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head’s a mess, don’t you know?

And never into good looks
I know the mighty river
Was started by the babbling brook
Brick is not my foot, the whole world shook
Firmly with the noise that this is not a flick
Oh no

I dance the heel off my black boot, the feather of my hat
Looked the devil in the eye, said, «There’s no turning back»

Sour little sweetie,little sweetie nonetheless
Like my bottom piece on my hair, so when the men saw
Darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head your messing don’t you know

And so before you have to go
Though you tell me I don’t know
Oh where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Did all the love go
Where did all the love go
And where did all the love go
Where did all the love go
Where did all the love go

Sour little sweetie,little sweetie nonetheless
Like my bottom piece on my hair, so when the men saw
Darling, sweetheart don’t stress
My head your messing don’t you know