Pretty Girls Make Graves - Domino lyrics

Radar, radar, radar

Searching for innocence

Satisfied, satellite

Where do I fit in?

All mixed up with you

In the right kind of wrong

Radar, radar, radar

Calling out for the truth

What words are most wise

from a bloodthirsty youth?

I have tasted the sweet of your lips

But am pacified?

No

Heart calls domino

Mi fai pazzo

Radar, radar, radar

How do you like it?

How do you like me now?