Gin Wigmore — Kill of the Night
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What a great song, voice, riffs, rhythms..! Fantastic...some Iggy Pop vibes and Amy...
Producer: "Can you sing like Amy Winehouse?"
Singer: "Oh shwure...."
Singer: "Oh shwure...."
EXCELLENT! It is the first time that I have heard of her, That is why we come here. ThanxRP!




Rcallinjr wrote:
Now, of course, I don't know but, I'd almost guess this hottie eats Amy Winehouses for breakfast! Smokin hot AND can sing like nobody's business! Only "discrepancy" as if it matters, she's naturally beautiful but, has chosen to ink herself up! Not a bad thing, really.... Just, detracts from her natural beauty!
Amy winehouse? Nope
Amy winehouse? Nope
Female singers such as this, something about the type of song, combined with this kind of voice.... Pleasurable delight!



The street's a liar
I'm gonna lure you into the dark
My cold desire
To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart
The danger is I'm dangerous
And I might just tear you apart
Oh, ah, oh
I'm gonna catch ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya
Oh, ah, oh
I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
You're my kill of the night
Now you're mine
But what do I do with you, boy
I'll take your heart
To kick around as a toy
The danger is I'm dangerous
And I might just tear you apart
Oh
I'm gonna catch ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya
Oh, ah, oh
I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
I'm gonna catch ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya
Oh, ah, oh
I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
This is a bad town for such a pretty face
Oh
I'm gonna catch ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya
Oh, ah, oh
I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh
You're my kill of the night