My Soul Cries Your Name

(альбом: Ain't Love Grand - 1985)

A woman built like you
Was built to serve my needs
Carve initials on my back
Wrap your arms around me
With your loving, please, you're as good

I hurt you so
I gotta go
I wouldn't blame you a bit for never giving me a chance

You got red-rock too short
A gold-mine where they meet
Long-fired arms
And a treasure chest where they meet
Hold my hair and arch your back and scream

I hurt you so
I gotta go
I wouldn't blame you a bit for never giving me a chance
My soul cries your name over and over again
My soul cries your name over and over again

Suck my heart into your haze
Turn it into sex
Front seat of my car
You were better than my bed
Flames on your chest
Hell's open gate

I hurt you so
I gotta go
I wouldn't blame you a bit for never giving me a chance
My soul cries your name over and over again
My soul cries your name over and over again