Muscle of Love
Album - 20 novembre 1973 - Debaser id 49537

Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
Melting in my hand

You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages came off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part's explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh

Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat

Aw, who's the queen of the locker room
Who's the cream of the crop
Poor Joey took her to the matinee
Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!"

Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle

Well, I must have come to that crazy age
Where ev'rything is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking
Are normal thoughts or not

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah
Ooh

I read Dad's books like I did before
Now things are crystal clear
Lock the door in the bathroom now
I just can't get caught in here

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Must be a gift from above
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hallelujah, etc.)

What a drag it is
These gold lame' jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get though your teens
Well, I cut my hair weird
I read that it was in
I looked like a rooster
That was drowned and raised again

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away-ay
I'm gonna live today-ay

I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
I thought that fifteen
Was gonna be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast away the clouds
But somebody in the next room yelled
"You gotta turn that damn thing down"

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away-ay
I'm gonna cry all day-ay

And I know trouble is brewing out there
But I can hardly care
They fight all night about his private secretary
Lipstick stain, blonde hair, oh,oh, oh

What are you gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away-ay
I'm gonna live today

But even
I don't know
What I'm gonna do
Don't know what I'm gonna do
No!

What are you a-gonna do
Tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you run away
I'm gonna live today

What are you a-gonna do
I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do
Why don't you get away
Well, I'd rather cry all day

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do (Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice)

What are you gonna do
Gonna do
Gonna do

What are you gonna do
What are you
Gonna do