 Lyrics > "Graffiti My Soul" |
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| Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby I'm hanging on a wire Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fistful of love that's coming your way baby Come baby, come you know what I mean And the drum beats 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 DJs playing my song Why don't you take me head on? We should be getting somewhere Some kind of cool an 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 hearted suicide Ain't 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-n-n-no more explanations You're never gonna know You could k-k-k-k-k-kill my reputation I don't do heavy loads N-n-n-n-n-no more conversations You c-c-c-c-c-c-can't 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 And I celebrate it (Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, along the carpet) You tell me you hate it But you're fascinated (No one cares, on the table, onto the floor, it's procreation and nothing more) D-d-d-d-d-dance if you want till the dirty is done Cos 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 baby I'm gonna put up a fight And you can d-d-d-d-dance if you want til you fall out of space and Crash in the back of the car But if you wanna have the kids and my 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 fistful of love that's coming your way baby Come baby, come you know what I mean And the drum beats 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 Come baby, come Graffiti my soul Baby come baby, come Graffiti my soul And the drum beats 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 |
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