Текст (слова) песни: Tom Petty - The Criminal Kind
You got a criminal mind You got criminal looks Boy you better look out You`re gonna get hooked Don`t you ever feel guilty When you come up short Man you better be careful You`re gonna get caught
Chorus `Cause you`re the criminal kind, you`re the criminal kind Man what you gonna do? Where you gonna hide? They`re callin` you a sickness, disease of the mind Man what you gonna do? You`re the criminal kind
Don`t you ever get tired? Don`t you ever wanna quit? Yeah it`s been a long time, and you still don`t fit Dog tags on the mirror, hangin` down from a chain Give up little sister, this ain`t gonna change
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Yeah, and that little girl you used to know Just don`t come around no more Now she ain`t there to watch the door She don`t wanna die in no liquor store I hope they all made money, I hope they all get rich Yeah, I hope they give hell, to every son-of-a-bitch That put a man on the carpet Or stuck him out on the line Whoever let him get a taste of the criminal life
(Repeat Chorus)
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