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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Warrant
Warrant
Interprète
Jani Lane
Jani Lane
Chant
Steven Sweet
Steven Sweet
Batterie
Joey Allen
Joey Allen
Guitare
Scott Humphrey
Scott Humphrey
Claviers
R. Feldman
R. Feldman
Piano
Scott Warren
Scott Warren
Piano
Jerry Dixon
Jerry Dixon
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jani Lane
Jani Lane
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Michael Wagener
Michael Wagener
Production
Jim Morris
Jim Morris
Ingénierie
Russ Burt
Russ Burt
Ingénierie
Craig Doubet
Craig Doubet
Ingénierie

Paroles

Well, the first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots And I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The heat inside my veins At the way my nerve ends tingle Every time you call my name I've got a lust ignited fever And I can't put out the flame Next time that I saw you I felt so at ease You had a languid disposition I had an willingness to please And your candy apple red lips Full of violets and sex Had me harder than a coal train Had my collar wringing wet BurnBut I'm not finished yet My heart is pounding like a big bass drum Excited at the thought I might get me some Lick it off my fingers Taste it on my tongue Love you little baby like a machine gun You're a symphony of elegance A masterpiece of grace And animated work of art Who's acquired a taste For the flesh of weaker lovers Lie down on their backs To be ridden at your leisure And be taken off like hats I'm not here for you to walk on And I'm not your welcome mat My heart is pounding like a big bass drum Excited at the thought I might get me some Lick it off my fingers Taste it on my tongue Love you little baby like a machine gun A machine gun, yeah The first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots And I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The heat inside my veins At the way my nerve ends tingle Every time you call my name I've got a lust ignited fever And I can't put out the flame My heart is pounding like a big bass drum Excited at the thought I might get me some Lick it off my fingers Taste it on my tongue Love you little baby like a machine gun Ma-ma-ma-machine gun Machine
Writer(s): Martin Cowan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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