Cheeks

The grubby streets Ice cold sleet The black snow Threw itself all over me Broken heels And the chimney spills This is what I love Hello baby? Can you give me a price list Fifty quid if you want more than a kiss Guess its better to have you Than to live like this Stuck in a cycle of repent O' yeah this is God country And I know that he's looking for me But I'm hiding So I'll keep on wanting And people keep on acting So give me those Salty cheeks Let me make it better And give your best defeat So I can use it later Don't give up my love Who said you can't be happy? So walk the empty streets And you'll see Yes you will see