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So low
Youâve 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 oâ clock by the road block
Iâm burning up, for love is pain and musicâs sorrow
Iâm 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
Weâve got our own religion paradise
Things we do, that we canât dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so donât set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above
Of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet itâs going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth
So low
Babyâs all dressed up with no place to go
And I know she chose horns and hooves over haloes
So pick her up at 10 oâ clock by the road block
Iâm burning up, for love is pain and musicâs sorrow.
Things we do, that we canât dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so donât set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet itâs going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth
Letâs make love come on, letâs make love
Things we do, that we canât dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so donât set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above
Of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet itâs going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth
Things we do, that we canât dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so donât set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above
Of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet itâs going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth