A pot of gold, a cherub whit his arrows
Missing the target, shot after shot
Wearing down your bow
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Hearts are spinning round and round in your head
Little more salt, little more sea
Less lead
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Oh haven't you learned
Putting on the heat, heat is the answer
Oh haven't you heard kissing my feet, feet
Won't take away the pressure
Too much pressure
Too much pressure
A little more pressure
Too much pressure
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
(Just admit you don't know what to do with me)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
(Just admit it, you don't know what to do with me)
It's not a matter of turning love into lust
But if it must
Then we'll be left with dust
And nothing more than two bodies
Catching cold from lack of loving
With no pulse beating
With no pulse breathing
Oh isn't it a pity that am I unable to grow up
Oh a little less pretty is the woman who isn't made up
Oh how can I be natural in such a state of frenzy
Oh please, oh please stop asking so much when you've just met me
A pot of gold, a cherub whit his arrows
Missing the target, shot after shot
Wearing down your bow
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Hearts are spinning round and round in your head
Little more salt, little more sea
Less lead
Gimme more than what that I ask for
Gimme more than what that I ask for
It's not a matter of turning love into lust
But if it must
Then we'll be left with dust
And nothing more than two bodies
Catching cold from lack of loving
With no pulse beating
With no pulse breathing
It's not a matter of turning love into lust
But if it must
Then we'll be left with dust
And nothing more than two bodies
Catching cold from lack of loving
With no pulse beating
With no pulse breathing

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