Song Of The Flesh کے بول

Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear Make my honey Grind that salt before the rains come this year Make it all muddy So now you have called And now you want to ring 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 prayers Make ready to get home Oh now you get so hard Now you ring my neck 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, why don't you give it baby Well, the feeling you're giving baby Tell me, what you give away Give it, give it, give it