getting a taste for it says Babe, I?m on fire Babe, I?m on fire The fucked-up Rastafarian says it The dribbling libertarian says it The sweet little
love, sweet love And no infatuated 3D glasses to see That you're the one I need And the situation don't matter to me 'Cause this is love, it gotta be
When I shall cross over the dark rolling tide oh what a glad meeting there'll be For close by the beautiful pearly white gate my loved ones are waiting
That's getting a taste for it I'm on fire Yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well, the fucked up Rastafarian says it The dribbling libertarian says it The sweet
basement That's getting a taste for it says Babe, I'm on fire Babe, I'm on fire The fucked-up rastafarian says it The dribbling libertarian says it The sweet
dip; and form shadowy eaves, where the little raindrops can drip. ... That sweet pitter patter, of raindrops at play - is such a beautiful sound on a quiet gloomy day. You know, when the wind is
I'm a star. And the audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each
on a mission Because my heart has made it's decision As soon as you stepped in my peripheral vision I fell in love, sweet love And no infatuated 3D glasses
s getting a taste for it says Babe, I?m on fire Babe, I?m on fire The fucked-up Rastafarian says it The dribbling libertarian says it The sweet
