San Fermin
dead
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Little blonde ghost wonât let it go
Get your ribbons off my bed
Ten red roses, oh noâ
Iâd rather be dead
Iâd rather be dead
Am I reckless and wicked
Have I fooled you enough
Sticky sweet on the outside
And in for myself
I can charm with my eyes and
Curse the company i keep
Only blankness in my dreams
When I go to sleep
Little blonde ghost wonât let it go
Get your ribbons off my bed
Ten red roses, oh noâ
Iâd rather be dead
Iâd rather be dead
You are mine and mine aloneâ
I am running a fever
I am spoiling the nest
Sick and sweet and spreading quickly
Ohâ Iâd rather be dead
Iâd rather be dead