Laurene, laurene
You got me play your little games
You got me jump through hoops of flames
Eat in your little hand
Laurene, laurene
You gotta understand
It ain't easy for a man
To surrender, to be tamed
We're just two pieces of flint (stone) searching for the light
So we make love, we make war, but we make, sparks in the night
We rub ourselves, against, each other
With a dead moon lying at the bottom of the sky
Laurene, laurene
I'd need to give you all my dreams
So you'd know the color of your screams
Some kind of red or so it seems
Laurene, laurene
For the red light of your cries
There's the green light of your eyes
An invitation in disguise
We're just two pieces of flint(stone) searching for the light
So we make love, we make war, but we make, sparks in the night
We rub ourselves, against, each other
With a dead moon lying at the bottom of the sky
