Sunday 10 April 2011

BABY SAYS


Baby says she's dying to meet you
Take you off and make your blood hum
And tremble like the fairground lights

Baby says if ever you see skin as fair
Or eyes as deep and as black as mine
I know you're lying

Baby says a howl of romance I get
From all you sleeping dogs
You thugs of god
I'll get one yet

Baby says for all I've forsaken
Make something of all the noise
And the mess you're making
And all the time it's taken

Baby says there's death in these silver curls
I'll break open jails
Send you diving for pearls
Without a care in the world

Baby says she's dying to meet you
Take you off and make your blood hum
And tremble like the pinball lights

And baby says a howl of romance I get
From all you sleeping dogs
You thugs of god
I'll get one yet
-The Kills

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