Letras:
Traffic No Face No Name No Number

I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name or number And so, I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't

(Winwood/Capaldi) I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find

up for one twenty five Post my face, wanted dead or alive Take my license, all that jive I can't drive fifty five Oh no! Uh! So I signed my name on number

inside it (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of Sheba Got your name and your number in

Codeine was forced in your drink You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, fuck she never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

love, expert in the bedwork corridor Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers All wanna know what her name and phone number

make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers

make millions (that's weak!) That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!) Novocain the game, no shame No feelings, no names, no numbers

-love, expert in the bedwork corridor Man see a touches her, man you'll feel sorry for Hustlers, bubblers, jugglers, sufferers All wanna know what her name and phone number