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The Blow

The Love That I Crave (Strategy's Strata Club Remix)

 

The Love That I Crave (Strategy's Strata Club Remix)

(album: Poor Aim: Love Songs - 2004)


The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.
Then I'd know the force with which she adored me.
The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.
Then I'd know the force with which she adored me.

The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.
Then I'd know the force with which she adored me.
The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me.
Then I'd know the force with which she adored me.

The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares.
When I wake up in screams that's how I know that I really care.
I must await the sting of the scorpion's tail,
For my impatient advances come to no avail.

The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares.
When I wake up in screams that's how I know that I really care.
I must await the sting of the scorpion's tail,
For my impatient advances come to no avail.

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.

Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.

Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.
Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind.

I'm so tired of being wasted, just chasing the same old thing.
I want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, come change me.
I must await the sting of the scorpion's tail,
For my impatient advances come to no avail.

I'm so tired of being wasted, just chasing the same old thing.
I want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, come change me.
I must await the sting of the scorpion's tail,
For my impatient advances come to no avail.

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.
Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing
Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings.

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