All The Things That You Love

 

It's your limousine, Baby

I'm just here for the ride

Like that ocelot cat

You keep Chained to your side

There's flames in your eyes

And fire in you talk.

You snap out my dreams

Like they were pieces of chalk

 

All your gold and your diamonds

Tucked in your gloves

So why do you kill

All the things that you love

 

Your collection of lovers

Your needle queens

Mixing you drinks

As your telephone rings

Or they jump in your covers

When you offer your hand

To settle your nerves

Or complete your commands

 

All your fashion and money

Tucked in your gloves

So why do you kill

All the things that you love

 

Tell the driver

We're almost home

Your kiss is so hot

It could buckle the chrome

The smoke is clearing

I can see your face

Your heart isn't broken

Just a little out of place

 

With your gold and your diamonds

Tucked in your gloves

So why do you kill

All the things that you love

 

Your fashion and money

Tucked in your gloves

So why do you kill

All the things that you love

 

©2005 / Words & Music by Patrick Weathers / Timber Sheik Songs, BMI

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