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Lover mine, get your coat and come outside
I wanna take you for a ride on into town
Lover fair, we'll be looking sharp, I swear
I want them all to stop and stare when we take 'em down
Go to town, burn it down, turn around
And get your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car
You get the match and gasoline
And as we ride away into the countryside
I feel as though I must confide, there is a cost
When you say, now we got hell to pay
Don't worry, baby, that's okay, I know the boss
Go to town, burn it down, turn around
And yet your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car
You get the match and gasoline
Go to town, burn it down, turn around
And get your stroll on, baby, I'll get the car
You get the match and gasoline
- Album:
- Do To The Beast
- 1965
- Black Love
- What Jail Is Like (ep)
- Gentlemen
- Miscellaneous
- Congregation
- Up In It
- Gentlemen at 21
- Gentlemen (Gentlemen at 21 Deluxe Edition)
- 2014-07-15: Live in London: Electric Ballroom, London, UK
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 160
- Musikexpress 0514 - Der Soundtrack zum Heft
- Paste Sampler 137
- The Current Sampler of Music from Sub Pop Records
- Algiers
- What Jail Is Like
- The Rockpalast Sessions
- Somethin’ Hot
- 66