Poets & Pornstars Spy Vs. Spy
As you’re caught in the crossfire,
In a darkend dead-end street.
You can’t help but wonder,
‘Bout the company you keep.
There’s a hole in your pocket,
And the booze is wearin’ thin.
You fall to your knees and pray
to the maker that you win.
You want it, you got it,
you say it’s over
You want it, You got it,
Oh, come on and give it to me.
Like a fire-proof God,
Like a beautiful drug,
Like love on the run.
You take it to the end,
I don’t know why,
You know you give it to em’ good good good
in the night.
You duck into an alleyway,
To change your old disguise.
Till you catch the enemy from the
corner of your eye.
Everywhere you turn to look
there’s a pistol and a smile
You Jump to your feet and
Thank the devil for a fight.
You want it, you got it,
you say it’s over
You want it, You got it,
Oh, come on and give it to me.
Like a fire-proof God,
Like a beautiful drug,
Like love on the run.
You take it to the end,
I don’t know why,
You know you give it to em’ good
good good in the night.
Like a fire from God,
Like a beautiful drug
It’s like an innocent love,
love, love, on the run,
You take it to the end,
I don’t know why,
You know you give it to em’ good,
good, good in the night…
A fire-proof God…
A Beautiful Drug…
An Innocent Love..
You take it to the end…?
