I get my kicks from you
So get it off and let it do what it ought to do
Send a message to the world
It sigh's The passion is gone
But when et poets die, the game is lost
I still remember the time, Over and over and over
All night, inside
Your room is lit a red, hot light
Hot damn, I'm ready to go
I guess, I'm closer to my god
High tide, in flight
Your body struck by the morning light
In fact I know I should go
I guess I'm closer to the soul
I learned my tricks from you
So lay the cards and let it unfold my life for you
Send a message to the world
It shines when money is love
But when your time has come, the game is lost
And you'll remember the time, Over and over and over