Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
I'm hanging on a wire Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way Baby come, baby come you know what I mean And the drumbeats rising higher Bang goes my self control I've got your name on my face Your face on my mind Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul
We should be getting it on Fly DJ's playing my song Why don't you take me head on? We should be getting somewhere Some kind of cool love affair Don't act as if you don't care You dream of touching me there
Your kisses taste of cyanide And that's no good for me An open heart is suicide In my philosophy I need a walking talking mannequin That simply folds away And never questions anything I've got to say
N-n-n-n-n-n-no more explanations, you're never gonna know You coulda k-k-k-k-killed my reputation, I don't do heavy loads N-n-n-n-n-n-no more conversation, you c-c-c-c-c-cant carve up the world It's a d-d-d-d-d-dangerous occupation, talking to a girl
I'm complicated And I celebrate it You're getting jaded But you're fascinated
I'm complicated (out the bedroom, down the stairs) And I celebrate it (along the carpet, no one cares) You tell me you hate it (on the table, on to the floor) But you're fascinated (it's procreation, and nothing more)
D-d-d-d-d-dance if you want, till the dirty is done 'cause we're stars in the dead of the night But, if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun and you can, I'm gonna put up a fight And you can d-d-d-d-d-dance if you want til you fall out of space and you crash in the back of the car But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face, don't push my love too far
I'm hanging on a wire Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist ful of love that's coming your way Baby come, baby come you know what I mean And the drumbeats rising higher Bang goes my self control I've got your name on my face Your face on my mind Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul And the drumbeats rising higher Bang goes my self control I've got your name on my face Your face on my mind Baby come, baby come graffiti my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
