lover, lover, lover Lover, lover, lover, come back to me He said, "I locked you in this body I meant it as a kind of trial You can use it for a weapon
work it's right before your eyes Goodnight, my darling, I hope you're satisfied The bed is kind of narrow, but my arms are open wide And here's a man still working for
that are mine I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline And all the ladies go moist and the judge has no choice A singer must die for the lie
reason an' that was New York We were runnin' for the money and the flesh An' that was called love for the workers in song Probably still is for those
Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro
the ghost of you and me? And is this what you wanted to live in a house that is haunted By the ghost of you and me? You got old and wrinkled, I stayed
alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for
fine, ain't it wild To finally end our exercise? Then I saw you naked in the early dawn Oh, I hoped you would be someone new I reached for you but you
There is a war between the rich and poor War between the man and the woman There is a war between the ones who say there is a war And the ones who say
You where the whore and the beast of Babylon, I was Rin Tin Tin. And is this what you wanted ... And is this what you wanted ... You got old and
: There is a war between the rich and poor, a war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones
are mine, I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline. And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice, a singer must die for the lie
lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me. He said, "I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial. You can use it for a
Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labour for your baby? Do you need his beast for
it's right before your eyes. Goodnight, my darling, I hope you're satisfied, the bed is kind of narrow, but my arms are open wide. And here's a man still working for
: Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy. Wounded in the line of duty, parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties, urging Fidel
Oh take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, untie for me your hired blue gown, like you would do for one that you
in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate, who in these realms of love, who by something blunt, and who by avalanche, who by powder, who for his greed, who for