15 January 2013
Make love not war, baby, Take up my arms in our Never-ending fight for pleasure, I've got more than enough gunpowder, So pour another drink of Something mellow, Golden yellow brown, That burns on the way down, Down, Down, Down, And just take me out again, We'll go to that cellar bar And hang out with the all night Bar-fly types who know their Sailor Jerry from their Captain Morgan, Till the drunken early morning Stumble-crawl through the door, Make love to me once more, More, More, More, In a dirty bathroom stall Or on your bedroom floor, Make love like its the next world war; You burn on the way down But you always come Back up again and I've Just realised I can't live Without you in my life forever, Forever, Forever, Forever, And somewhere between the lines, There are hidden messages amongst Folded pages and X-rays, You're imprinted all over My tangled insides, lies And truth in all we say, You're not mine but you are And you'll admit it someday, Someday, Someday, Someday, You'll admit it someday, So lets make love not war, baby, Lets make love not war.
©Irrational_Kimmi
Make Love Not War, Baby • Opuss № I