BLACK CROWES - Song Of The Flesh lyrics

rate me

Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear

Make my honey

Grind that salt before the rains come this year

To make it all muddy

So now you have called

And now you want to wring my neck

Oh baby you talk so tight

Tell me now, who's all wet?

I could kiss

Your promiscuous mind

My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear

Make us all alone

Wind your watch and bless all my prayer

Make ready to get home

Oh now you get so hard

Now you wring my neck

And now you wanna talk so tight

Tell me, who's all wet?

I could kiss

Your promiscuous mind

I could kiss

Your promiscuous mind, yes I could

I have four lone stars that you have given me

Yeah and why don't you give it baby?

Well, the feeling you're giving baby

Tell me, what you give away

You give it, you give it, give it