歌曲 | Let's Make Love |
歌手 | The Blessing |
专辑 | Prince of the Deep Water |
So low | |
You’ve got it all worked out when, where and how | |
And I know enough talent there for a girls show | |
So pick her up at 10 o’ clock by the road block | |
I’m burning up, for love is pain and music’s sorrow | |
I’m going to beat myself with the bottle tonight | |
No other lover comes wearing lipstick, guns and knives | |
There will be no place up there for you and I | |
We’ve got our own religion paradise | |
Things we do, that we can’t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don’t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above | |
Of two-tailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it’s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth | |
So low | |
Baby’s all dressed up with no place to go | |
And I know she chose horns and hooves over haloes | |
So pick her up at 10 o’ clock by the road block | |
I’m burning up, for love is pain and music’s sorrow. | |
Things we do, that we can’t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don’t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above of two-tailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it’s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth | |
Let’s make love come on, let’s make love | |
Things we do, that we can’t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don’t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above | |
Of two-tailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it’s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth | |
Things we do, that we can’t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don’t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above | |
Of two-tailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it’s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth |
So low | |
You' ve got it all worked out when, where and how | |
And I know enough talent there for a girls show | |
So pick her up at 10 o' clock by the road block | |
I' m burning up, for love is pain and music' s sorrow | |
I' m going to beat myself with the bottle tonight | |
No other lover comes wearing lipstick, guns and knives | |
There will be no place up there for you and I | |
We' ve got our own religion paradise | |
Things we do, that we can' t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don' t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above | |
Of twotailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it' s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth | |
So low | |
Baby' s all dressed up with no place to go | |
And I know she chose horns and hooves over haloes | |
So pick her up at 10 o' clock by the road block | |
I' m burning up, for love is pain and music' s sorrow. | |
Things we do, that we can' t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don' t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above of twotailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it' s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth | |
Let' s make love come on, let' s make love | |
Things we do, that we can' t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don' t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above | |
Of twotailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it' s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth | |
Things we do, that we can' t dignify by calling love | |
Feels so good inside so don' t set to rights or try denying me | |
I see visions from above | |
Of twotailed devils making love | |
You know it tastes so sweet it' s going | |
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth |