The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
The Platters
Who's to blame, that someone came
To alternate his plan
Painting shame beneath your frame
Tell me, was it a man
The sunrays in your hair are naturally all your own
This gold couldn't save you, somebody gave you
A heart of stone
Your voice is like the breeze, a passionate undertone
But under the passion, somebody fashioned
A heart of stone
Who's to blame, that someone came
To alternate his plan
Painting shame beneath your frame
Tell me, was it a man
June roses kiss your cheek, but under their lovely tone
Satan, your master, finally kissed
A heart of stone