I like your wooden door, baby I never want to leave, baby If I could rule the night, baby I'd turn it into white There wouldn't _?_
I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you High on you
I like your rugged cross, baby I don't pray in churches, baby I got nowhere to worship, baby Because it isn't him I don't need a _?_ man
I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you High on you
Terrorist in my heart Tearin' it all apart Terrorist in my heart Tearin' it all apart
I love the way you feel, baby The mornin' startin' drunk, baby Drinking of your soul, baby And everything I know Digs the way your body glows
I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you High on you
I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high
Corrupting in the air I really need you You got two play rides I really love them My we're getting high
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: James Newell Osterberg Jr. (Iggy Pop) (PPL - I)Publicado em 1988ECAD verificado fonograma #1964595 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM