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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Warrant
Warrant
Performer
Jani Lane
Jani Lane
Vocals
Steven Sweet
Steven Sweet
Drums
Joey Allen
Joey Allen
Guitar
Scott Humphrey
Scott Humphrey
Keyboards
R. Feldman
R. Feldman
Piano
Scott Warren
Scott Warren
Piano
Jerry Dixon
Jerry Dixon
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jani Lane
Jani Lane
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Wagener
Michael Wagener
Producer
Jim Morris
Jim Morris
Engineer
Russ Burt
Russ Burt
Engineer
Craig Doubet
Craig Doubet
Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa! Well, the first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The heat inside my veins At the way my nerve ends tingle Every time you call my name Got a lust ignited fever And I can't put out the flame Next time that I saw you I felt so at ease You had a languid disposition I had an willingness to please And your candy apple red lips Full of violets and sex Had me harder than a coal train Had my collar wringing wet Now, I've got a crashing burn But I'm not finished yet When my heart is pounding like a big bass drum Excited at the thought, I might get me some Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue Love you, little baby, like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun You're a symphony of elegance A masterpiece of grace And animated work of art Who's acquired a taste For the flesh of weaker lovers Lie down on their backs To be ridden at your leisure And be taken off like hats I'm not here for you to walk on And I'm not your welcome mat When my heart is pounding like a big bass drum Excited at the thought, I might get me some Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue Love you, little baby, like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun My machine gun, yeah Whoa! The first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The heat inside my veins At the way my nerve ends tingle Every time you call my name Got a lust ignited fever And I can't put out the flame My heart is pounding like a big bass drum Excited at the thought, I might get me some Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue Love you, little baby, like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun Oh, ma-ma-ma-m-m-machine gun Ma-ma-ma-machine
Writer(s): Jani Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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