The Dead Weather
Текст песни Jawbreaker

I run so far away from you
Don't matter where I've been
Run around the world from you
And here you are again

You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for prettier things

I tried to kill the memory
You must get a psychic sting?
And here you are again

You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for nicer things

I run so far away from you
It don't matter where I've been
I run around the world from you
And here you are again

You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for nicer things