Letras:
Gillan

I don't know where I'm going I don't know what I'm doing But it feels alright I have one eye to Morocco I only have to follow Through the scented night

The cold war's over The hot one's just begun From the shivers to the fever Could be too much sun If a thing's worth doing It's worth doing well But if

And we don't have much But these four walls And it's just enough To keep us warm On those cold winter nights Let's think about better days Not what we

There's something about you This I know Part of it's real But a lot is for show I got some indication That if we do it your way When I park at the station

Ah, why don't you tie my hands behind my back Give me torture on the rack Yeah Back in the gutter where I belong Hit me when I'm down Take my money,

I saw her in the gloom As she moved across the room The animal was burning in her eye She took him by the hand But he didn't understand her He wouldn

: Like sugar the sweetest thing I ever tasted Like a fine merlot And white pills cut on glass and lips of dolls I'm told there was beauty in our silence

: I like the way you keep it from me, woah I like the way you move in front of me, yeah Just enough contact to make me come back So many other girls

: NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin