Tie you up baby, really tight. In a lover's knot. I'm in the mood for my leather boots. With the leopard spots. . Take you down to my side of town. Where I learned to love.
I ain't got a name, I don't gotta face. No fingerprints or DNA. I ain't got no eyes, I don't got a tongue. But I know what's going on, I'm deaf and dumb.
Well, I was born on a dead end street. I'm cold-blooded but I always felt the heat. All my friends are dead and gone. If there's a hell, I'm one step closer to it.
Sukie honey, we're gonna turn back the clock. To a time when we danced to volcanic rock. We loved to hunt and kill. That's how we used to be. We drank the blood we spilled.
I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying. Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying. A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn.
Wrote a song, it was wrong from it's very first conception. Seemed I struggled on every line. It wasn't fast, wasn't pretty, wasn't serious or witty. The song that didn't rhyme.
The California air. Your nightgown on the stairs. I remember every night. Scenes from home in the Quiet Room. . How long have I been gone. Did winter kill the lawn.
I wake up in the basement. I'm so hungry. I'm dry. I must be here sleep walking. Musn't I?. . Related. . 18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs.
What a drag it is. These gold lame' jeans. Is this the coolest way. To get though your teens. Well, I cut my hair weird. I read that it was in. I looked like a rooster.
Let's assume. That he's the groom. And he's been waiting. To consummate all night. And you're the bride. You're locked tight. Inside the bathroom. And you're overcome with freight.