Graffiti My Soul

Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby I'm hanging on a wire Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby Come baby come you know what I mean And the drum beat's rising higher Bang goes my self control I got your name on my face your face on my mind Baby come baby come graffiti my soul We should be getting it on Fly DJs playing my song Why don't you take me head on We should be getting somewhere Some kind of cool love affair Don't act as if you don't care (You dream of touching me there) Your kisses taste of Cyanide And that's no good for me An open heart is suicide In my phillosophy I need a walking talking mannequin That simply folds away And never questions anything I got to say N-n-n-n-n-n no more explanations You're never gonna know You could k-k-k-k kill my reputation I don't do heavy loads N-n-n-n-n-n no more conversations You c-c-c-c-c can't carve up the world It's a d-d-d-d-d dangerous occupation Talking to a girl I'm complicated And I celebrate it You're getting jaded But you're fascinated I'm complicated (Out the bedroom, down the stairs) And I celebrate it (Along the carpet, no one cares) You tell me you hate it (On the table, onto the floor) But you're fascinated (It's procreation and nothing more) D-d-d-d-d dance if you want till the dirty is done Cos we're stars in the dead of the night But if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun Baby I'm gonna put up a fight And you can d-d-d-d dance if you want till you fall out of space And you crash in the back of the car But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face Don't push my love too far I'm hanging on a wire Spike heels and skin tight jeans I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby Come baby come you know what I mean And the drum beat's rising higher Bang goes my self control I got your name on my face your face on my mind Baby come baby come graffiti my soul Baby come baby come graffiti my soul Baby come baby come graffiti my soul And the drum beat's rising higher Bang goes my self control I got your name on my face your face on my mind Baby come baby come graffiti my soul