Frame me any mantle who can kiss the golden aeries And I'll make it, and find my revolutionaries Make it to his size (they call) he brushes your hard shoulder And it's haunted, priming, priming, priming
Press me up against the starry night then turn me over And I'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner You will ride it over and over and over
Baby won't you buy me a steed You better get ready, yeah Ooh, don't you feel it inside me Yeah, you better get ready, yeah Lady won't you buy me a steed You better get ready, yeah Cause don't you know that I'm worth the speed Yeah, you better get ready, yeah
Press me up against the starry night then turn me over And I'll take you to meet our lady of the flowers All that you imagine lies around that shiny corner You will ride it over and over and over
Baby won't you buy me a steed You better get ready, yeah Ooh, don't you feel it inside me Yeah, you better get ready, yeah Lady won't you buy me a steed You better get ready, yeah Cause don't you know that I'm worth the speed Yeah, you better get ready, yeah
Compositor: Joan C Wasser (Joan Wasser) ECAD: Obra #19873684 Fonograma #18155286