Goed, die superromantische eerste kus waar ik eerder vandaag over geschreven heb.
Geen strijkers, maar The Tubes, bij mijn Eerste Serieuze Grote Liefde, die overigens zei dat ze te dronken was geweest om het zich te herinneren. Romantisch, niet?
Ware Liefde, Grote Glazen.
Oooo baby,
Move closer to me
I’ve had all that I can stand
Take hold of me with your hands
Oh baby,
You give me the chills
Whisper low in my ear
Let knows how it feels
just to know you are near
Your body gives me a thrill
as it leans against mine
I love how it feels
with your jeans against mine
The smell of burning leather
as we hold each other tight
As our rivets rub together
flashing sparks into the night
At this moment of surrender darling
if you really care
Don’t touch me there
Unzip that jacket
That leather smells so sweet
Put your chest against mine
Feel my heart beat
I love the way your belt fits
The way it hangs so low
So low on your hips my darling
I want you so
I love your sweet, sweet lips
I love your salty taste
I love your finger tips
When I reach for your waist?! Uh-huh…
The smell of burning leather
as we hold each other tight
As our rivets rub together
flashing sparks into the night
At this moment of surrender darling
if you really care
Don’t touch me there
I will give my love forever
if you promise me you’ll
never never never touch me there
Don’t touch me there
Don’t touch me there
Please don’t
Don’t touch me there
Oh no not there
Don’t touch me there
Anywhere but there
Don’t touch me there
Never–don’t ever
Don’t touch me there
Do you care?
Don’t touch me there
Then don’t touch me there
Don’t touch me there
Don’t touch me there, 1976
