Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

FUCK THIS I´m hot, and when I´m not I´m cold as ice Get out of my way Just Step aside Or pay the price What I want I take What I don´t I break And I don´t want you With

I never smoked me no cigarettes I never drank much booze But I´m only a man doncha understand A man can sometimes lose You gave me somethin´ I never had Pulled me down with you Hit me up with a

Somewhere a clock strike midnight And there´s full moon in the sky You hear a dog bark in the distance You hear someone?s baby cry A rat runs down the alley And a chill runs down your spine And someone

I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day I look at her libido hey hey hey Gotta get up and climb her to roll her on the hay Makin? a sweat, temperature rise all

You´re the one I´ve waited for I need your love more and more I don´t know what your name is I don´t know what your game is I want to take you tonight Animal appetite Cause I´m a love hungry

Love bomb love bomber It´s a comin´ on strong I can´t take it any longer Come a rockin´ through your door Cruisin? the sky, let´s fly Blowin? all night and day Open your bays, get ready, it´s bombs away Love

You never told me where you came from You never told me your name I didn´t know if you were legal tender But I spent you just the same And I didn´t know it could happen to me But I

Well if you´re lookin´ for trouble I´m the man to see If you´re lookin´ for satisfaction I´m satisfaction guaranteed I´m as cool as a body on ice Hotter than a rollin? dice Send you to heaven Take you to hell

Saw you in the front row Moving to the beat Just movin´ and groovin? Killed me when I saw The wet patch on your seat Was it Coca Cola? Oh baby I hope you liked the show When the band

In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn´t know ´bout a rock ?n? roll show ?N all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna

Ridin? down the highway Goin? to a show Stop in all the byways Playin? rock ?n? roll Gettin? robbed Gettin? stoned Gettin? beat up Broken boned Gettin? had Gettin? took I tell you folks It´s harder than it looks It´s

It´s criminal There ought to be a law Criminal There ought to be a whole lot more You get nothin´ for nothin´ Tell me who can you trust We got what you want And you got the lust If you

Humdinger Bell ringer Got a nasty stinger To slow you down Mud slinger Gold digger Who point the finger And do you down Kickin? and a fightin? on a TV show Lightin? blindin? in the middle of the road Are

I got a big fat Cadillac built for you I got a honk that´ll blow the avenue Got a hot dog kickin? all bend my thing Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man Give me five