Me I Funk
(专辑: What Do You Know, Deutschland? - 1986)
I'll call you thing And place your face in stone Upon the
hill of stars And gripped in the
arms of the
changeless madman We'll dance our lives away You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You dance with your lizard leather boots on And pull the
strings that change the
faces of man You're a
diamond-browed hag You're a
gutter gaunt gangster You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You gotta look fine Be primed for dancing You're gonna trip and glide Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses I
call you thing and place your face in stone Upon the
hill of stars and gripped in the
arms of The
changeless madman We'll dance our lives away You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You are my night Put my dogs to fright I
wanna be your friend I
wanna call you I
wanna ball you All night long The
city's shaking I
ain't faking, baby This is the
end I'm overloaded My head's exploded I
wanna get you and then Come on, honey, let's press our luck A
little prayer for you to suck Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun Open wounds just make her croon Double up on some margarine Lick your baby, ain't we got fun? Me I
funk, but I
don't care I
ain't no square with my cork screw hair You talk about day I'm talking about nighttime You talk about day I'm talking about You are my night Put my dogs to fright I
wanna be your friend I
wanna call you I
wanna ball you All night long The
city's shaking I
ain't faking, baby This is the
end I'm overloaded My head's exploded I
wanna get you and then Come on, honey, let's press our luck A
little prayer for you to suck Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun Open wounds just make her croon Double up on some margarine Lick your baby, ain't we got fun? Me I
funk, but I
don't care I
ain't no square with my cork screw hair You are my night Put my dogs to fright I
wanna be your friend I
wanna call you I
wanna ball you All night long The
city's shaking I
ain't faking This is the
end I'm overloaded My head's exploded I
wanna get you and then Come on, honey, let's press our luck A
little prayer for you to suck Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun Open wounds just make her croon Double up on some margarine Lick your baby, ain't we got fun? Me I
funk, but I
don't care I
ain't no square with my cork screw hair