- cifra
Lisa lost her head
She wanna fade away
In her little clumsy hands
She grips a green grenade
She hides it in her pocket
Each time she goes out
Lisa little racket
Just waiting for it blows
Lisa lost her way
She doesn't know, she forgets
She never goes, she never stays
She comes from devil's bed
Lisa lost her way
She doesn't know, she forgets
She never goes, she never stays
She comes from devil's bed
