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Copyright © 2002 words and music by Dean Batstone She burns my loins with curses She slays my resolve with skin Her kisses roll like salty waves Push me back and pull me in I don’t like broken blonde or scattered words or painted nails So talk me down or hold me down Or dance me ‘til the moon’s a sail Ch: Then take me to the other side Take me; the world’s so small tonight Take me, before I change my mind, girl Take me to your steel blue sky Take me to your Northern Lights She breathes red wine like nicotine Paints the town with a lipstick grin Her lucid love’s like gasoline My engine’s firing on her sins I don’t like well hung words or restless doors or keys that fail So walk me down or break me down Or dance me ‘til my fear’s impaled Ch:…Take me to your steel red sky Take me to your cliffs of white Instrumental – first half of verse… I don’t like breasts of steel or jaded bliss or unsent mail So smile me down or burn me down Or dance me ‘til my rhythm fails [retard] Ch: 2X then out on intro
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