Rosas Cantina — текст песни (Deep Purple)

Going to rosas cantina

Going to rosas cantina

Hoping that shes still there

Going to rosas cantina



Might have been

The dust in my eyes

The dust in my eyes



Could have been the neon cactus

Lighting up the desert sky

Must have been

The dust in my eyes



Some would call it suicide

Some would call it suicide

I would call it paradise

Some would call it suicide



Dancing on the table

Dancing on the table

Dancing on the table

When shes

Drunker than shes able

Dancing on the table



Some would call it suicide

I would call it paradise

Some would call it suicide

Hell on earth



Is she right is she wrong

Will she sing another song

Wicked as it seems

Right now



Rosa wants her baby back

Rosa wants her baby back

Since hes gone shes losing track

Rosa wants her baby back

Careful with that cadillac

Careful with that cadillac

Careful with that cadillac