Sex (The Black Angel)

(アルバム： Vengeance - The Independent Story - 1984)

Look at my eyes, you know what it is
I want you, I want you, I want you
The way you stretch and move beneath that dress
And all the nights I've spent away in sleeplessness
Come on, come on...

It's a hunger that we can fill
Eating, biting, and scratching
And every nerve-end tingles with it
I want you, I want you, I want you...

You know the way that I can make you feel
Of all the faces in the crowd, there's only you

Pull down your hair a little
Open up your mouth a little

You're beautiful, you're the best...

This feeling that you know oh so well
Your oldest friend from the fires, the fires of hell

And I want you now
Driving down
Driving down, down, down...

Into the fires
Every stretch and move is like a dream
Eating, biting, scratching
And all there is, is these racing pulses
And the breathing

Forget all the lies that they gave to you
Believe in this, 'cause how could this not be true?

And I want you now
Driving down
Want you now, now, now...