So low
You've 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 o' clock by the road block
I'm burning up, for love is pain and music's sorrow
I'm 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
We've got our own religion paradise
Things we do, that we can't dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so don't set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above
Of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet it's going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth
So low
Baby's all dressed up with no place to go
And I know she chose horns and hooves over haloes
So pick her up at 10 o' clock by the road block
I'm burning up, for love is pain and music's sorrow
Things we do, that we can't dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so don't set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet it's going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth
Let's make love come on, let's make love
Things we do, that we can't dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so don't set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above
Of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet it's going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth
Things we do, that we can't dignify by calling love
Feels so good inside so don't set to rights or try denying me
I see visions from above
Of two-tailed devils making love
You know it tastes so sweet it's going
To cloud my eyes and rot my teeth