Son Of A Gun - Client

I’m not your fallen angel

A low-life in my heels

A perfect anti-hero

It’s time to hide my fears

You dare to disappoint me

I’ve waited long enough

Don’t want you for your conversation

The (Welsh) you’re gonna trust

Like my style

Like my tricks

Cos you’re one

Son of a gun

Like my style

Get your kicks

Turn me on

Son of a gun

Beautiful and shameless

You know it’s rude to stare

Stocking and my underwear

Just too vain to care

Like my style

Like my tricks

Cos you’re one

Son of a gun

Like my style

Get your kicks

Turn me on

Son of a gun

Turn me on

Talking tough

I’ve waited long enough

Like my style

Like my tricks

Cos you’re one

Son of a gun

Like my style

Get your kicks

Turn me on

Son of a gun

Turn me on

Talking tough

I’ve waited long enough

Turn me on