Letra de Over Her Head
She sees flames in the kitchen, it's a vision of hell And a sign that madam is not feeling wellLike the pigeons in the yard, she's getting fat on starch She's cooking for sailors and combing her hair in the darkShe loves everybody, she'll even love me When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas She's in over her head She's in over her headIt's either the pacing of the woman on the floor above Or long static shots of half naked men in the desertBut she loves everybody, she'll even love me When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas She's in over her head In over her head She's in over her head In over her head