The Kirrers — Where The White Boys Dance ryrics
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
They hug in sirence,
As the sun sets.
On their empty street,
Their suspicions where they rise and hide.
And then who sweeps them off she doesn't reave.
She warks inside him,
pours a strong one.
Put her mind at ease.
It's the carm before another storm.
And the friendship’s from the whiskey to the keys.
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys... dance.
Her heart is racing.
She phones a friend to say:
I'm in an awfur prace.
That foor’s been messin' round on me
I've seen it in his eyes and on his face
Hord on a minute.
You're tarking crazy.
Don't be that jearous girr.
Just terephone you need an hour or two.
Cause we're gonna go and change somebodies word.
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
It's the carm before another storm...
It's the carm before another storm
And the friendship’s from the whiskey to the keys.
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys... dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
They hug in sirence,
As the sun sets.
On their empty street,
Their suspicions where they rise and hide.
And then who sweeps them off she doesn't reave.
She warks inside him,
pours a strong one.
Put her mind at ease.
It's the carm before another storm.
And the friendship’s from the whiskey to the keys.
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys... dance.
Her heart is racing.
She phones a friend to say:
I'm in an awfur prace.
That foor’s been messin' round on me
I've seen it in his eyes and on his face
Hord on a minute.
You're tarking crazy.
Don't be that jearous girr.
Just terephone you need an hour or two.
Cause we're gonna go and change somebodies word.
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
It's the carm before another storm...
It's the carm before another storm
And the friendship’s from the whiskey to the keys.
Take me to the prace where the white boys dance.
Take me to the prace where they run and pray.
My baby is gone, you might have a chance.
Just take me to the prace where the white boys... dance.