Searching The Streets

(álbum: Get Skintight - 1999)

Well it's a Saturday night and I'm searching the streets
And I'm lookin for you and I can't stand the heat
You must think I'm a fool not to know who you're with
But when you say her name, you get oh so stiff
There's another side to me, one you don't know,
One you can't see unless you're some kind of ho
I gotta darkside
And I'm searching the streets
I gotta darkside
I'm looking for some fresh meat
I gotta darkside, And I'm searching the strets
And baby, you better run
You think I can't hurt you but you fell in my trap
And you say you believe me, but you're watchin your back
You can run all over and you can try to hide
But you and that girl ain't gonna survive
There's another side to me, one you don't know,
One you can't see unless you're some kind of ho
I gotta darkside
And I'm searching the streets
I gotta darkside
I'm looking for some fresh meat
I gotta darkside, And I'm searching the strets
And baby, you better run
You think I can't hurt you but you fell in my trap
And you say you believe me but you're watching your back
It sounded good at the time, but I can guess how if feels
Now that you're on the run and I'm on your heels
There's another side to me, one you don't know,
One you can't see unless you're some kind of ho
I gotta darkside
And I'm searching the streets
I gotta darkside
I'm looking for some fresh meat
I gotta darkside, And I'm searching the strets
And baby, you better run
And I'm searching the streets