Photo: The Kills @ Olympia
Baby says she's dying to meet you
Take you off and make your blood hum
And tremble like the fairground lights
And baby says if ever you see skin as fair
Or eyes as deep and as black as mine
I'll know you're lying
Baby says a howl of romance I'll get
From all your sleeping dogs, you felt of God
I'll get one yet
Baby says for all I've forsaken
Make something of all the noise
And the mess you're making
And all the time's it's taken
Baby says there's death in these silver curls
That break up in jails
Send you diving for pearls
Without a care in the world
Baby says she's dying to meet you
Take you off and make your blood hum
And tremble like the crimball lights
Baby says a howl of romance I'll get
From all your sleeping dogs, you felt of God
I'll get one yet
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