Lyrics Son Of A Gun - Client

Son Of A Gun

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