100 lyrics for "In your bed"
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
PlayTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I don't want them to hear what we're doing I'll be screaming so loud, don't you dare turn it down I'm feeling kinda naughty, how about you? Turn your bed into
PlayAnd never leave this bed again Kiss your body, your favourite place Baby, we can take our time we gonna have tonight For the rest of our life I hope you stay na na Right here with me na na I want you na na na Put your phone away Making love for days
PlayAnd do everything she'd never do Don't let her see your cardinal eyes Save it for the deathbed Jesus Christ you have confused me Cornered, wasted, blessed and used me Forgive me girls I am confused Stiff and pissed and lost and loose Never look her in
PlayGet out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're too late to get your supper Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man Washed his face with a fryin' pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel Old Dan Tucker come to town Riding a billy
PlayYou’re still in my car, in my head You’re still in that t-shirt on my bed You completely disappeared, You could be a million miles from here, You’re doin’ fine from what I hear, lately. I guess you found your destiny, If this is really how it’s meant to
PlayI wanna be, where you are Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I can feel it Na, na, na, na Shit's 'bout to get real Freaky I can feel it In your bed, or in your car On the earth, or up in the stars Even if that means, going too far At your place, or up in
PlayLie down in your bed, your bed of lies Do you ever think of me when you lie? And I knew better than to look in your eyes They only pretend you would be mine You had me caught in every web that you weaved But do you ever think of me when you lie? And oh
PlayPut a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me
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