Saturday, February 16, 2013

Electric Love (When Love Doesn't Mean A Thing)


A pretty little thing
She's a pretty little thing
(Hey, hey, hey)

A rotting hunk of fleshly pleasure
Simple curves, in aspect measure
(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got pretty little eyes
Pretty fiery ice-blue eyes
(Hey, hey, hey)

I want to cut them out, keep them in my hands
A love like this: the world just can't understand
(Hey, hey, hey)

A pretty little thing
She's a pretty little thing
(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got a beautiful dancing wild spirit
She's got magnetic blood, death for a poet
(Hey, hey, hey)

I want to make her still, I want to tie her down
A love like this: electric love will make you drown
(Hey, hey, hey)

A pretty little thing
She's a pretty little thing
(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got fine blood red ruby lips
She's got one rule; if it fits it ships
(Hey, hey, hey)

I want cut her down to size, make her look for the answers
A love like this: make you feel bad, make you vomit flowers
(Hey, hey, hey)

A pretty little thing
She's a pretty little thing
(Hey, hey, hey)

She's got long golden hair that's shining in the sun
She's got a hunger down in her, a lust for some fun
(Hey, hey, hey)

I want to treat her right, I make her my own little toy
A love like this: it'll torment you, suck out your joy
(Hey, hey, hey)


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