| 歌曲 | Sex (The Black Angel) |
| 歌手 | New Model Army |
| 专辑 | Vengeance |
| 作词 : Morrow, Sullivan | |
| Look at my eyes, you know what it is | |
| I want you, I want you, I want you | |
| The way you stretch and move beneath that dress | |
| And all the nights I've spent away in sleeplessness | |
| Come on, come on... | |
| It's a hunger that we can fill | |
| Eating, biting, and scratching | |
| And every nerve-end tingles with it | |
| I want you, I want you, I want you... | |
| You know the way that I can make you feel | |
| Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you | |
| Pull down your hair a little | |
| Open up your mouth a little | |
| You're beautiful, you're the best... | |
| This feeling that you know oh so well | |
| Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell | |
| And I want you now | |
| Driving down | |
| Driving down, down, down... | |
| Into the fires | |
| Every stretch and move is like a dream | |
| Eating, biting, scratching | |
| And all there is, is these racing pulses | |
| And the breathing | |
| Forget all the lies that they gave to you | |
| Believe in this, 'cause how could this not be true? | |
| And I want you now | |
| Driving down | |
| Want you now, now, now... |
| zuò cí : Morrow, Sullivan | |
| Look at my eyes, you know what it is | |
| I want you, I want you, I want you | |
| The way you stretch and move beneath that dress | |
| And all the nights I' ve spent away in sleeplessness | |
| Come on, come on... | |
| It' s a hunger that we can fill | |
| Eating, biting, and scratching | |
| And every nerveend tingles with it | |
| I want you, I want you, I want you... | |
| You know the way that I can make you feel | |
| Of all the faces in the crowd, there' s only you | |
| Pull down your hair a little | |
| Open up your mouth a little | |
| You' re beautiful, you' re the best... | |
| This feeling that you know oh so well | |
| Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell | |
| And I want you now | |
| Driving down | |
| Driving down, down, down... | |
| Into the fires | |
| Every stretch and move is like a dream | |
| Eating, biting, scratching | |
| And all there is, is these racing pulses | |
| And the breathing | |
| Forget all the lies that they gave to you | |
| Believe in this, ' cause how could this not be true? | |
| And I want you now | |
| Driving down | |
| Want you now, now, now... |