Tytuł: Lick It Up

• Wykonawca: Deep Purple
• Wyświetleń: 319

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
  
  My shoes are heavy
  My feet are winding down
  I look for her in comers
  But she's not around
  What I eat is eating me
  It hits me hard
  I'm one jack short of a royal flush
  A stranger holds the card
  
  Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar
  And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star
  
  I don't want your money
  I don't want your soul
  I don't need a reason
  I just want to get right down and lick it up
  
  Mother Mercy told me
  A picture never lies
  She told me no self respecting hero
  Ever cries
  The prisoner walks in circles
  The victim walks alone
  Scissors cut the paper
  The paper wraps the stone
  
  Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise
  The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry
  
  I don't want your money
  I don't want your soul
  I don't a reason
  I just want to get right down and lick it up
  
  I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky
  The only game in town that gets me high
  
  I don't want your money
  I just want to get right down and lick it up
  I don't want your soul
  I just want to get right down and lick it up
  I don't need a reason
  I just want to get right down and lick it up