الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
In her place one hundred candles burning,
As salty sweat drips from her breast.
Her hips move and I can feel
What they're saying, swaying,
They say the beast inside of me's
Gonna get ya, get ya, get... yeah.
Yeah.
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine,
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah
I can feel what you're saying, praying,
They say the beast inside of me's
Gonna get ya, get ya, get... yeah.
