Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Perry Blake
Throw away your suitcase
Come back to bed
There is nothing I wouldn't do
For a girl in distress
I've loaded my weapon
I'm wearing my best
There is nothing I couldn't stoop to
For a Girl in distress
Nothing I wouldn't stoop to
We are out in the hills now
Looking over the sea
There is nothing she wouldn't do
To a man on his knees