Siberian Nights - The Kills
I can whip you up like cream
I can drink your sudden tease
Is it too close for comfort?
I can make you come in threes
I'm halfway to my knees
Am I too close for comfort?
For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love
For the cutless dogs I got a love
For the doomed youth, I got a love
Want you to be pleased, well I got no love for me
Want you to be pleased, but I show no love for me
I'll be chargin' through your dreams
Ridin' bench a silver steed
Am I too close to the bone?
Shake a little, one, two, three
I'm Jesus with my genes
Am I too close for comfort?
For the millionth time, I got a love
For the blue eyed boys I got a love
For the cruel youth, I got a love
So want you to be pleased, well I got no love for me
Want you to be pleased, while I show no love for me
Won't you help me get through these Siberian nights?
Won't you help me get through these Siberian nights?
You know it's hard for me to be alone
Tomorrow we'll go back to our sides
But tonight I need some warmth