Текст песни David Bowie - She Shook Me Cold
David Bowie - She Shook Me Cold слова песни
We met upon a hill, the night was cool and stillShe sucked my dormant willMother, she blew my brain, I will go back againMy God, she shook my coldI had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hairAnd threw her to the groundFather, she craved my head, Oh Lord, the things she saidMy God, she should be toldI was very smart, broke the gentle heartsOf many young virginsI was quick on the ball, left them so lonelyThey`d just give up tryingThen she took my head, smashed it upKept my young blood risingCrushed me mercilessly, kept me going aroundSo she didn`t know I crave her so-o-oI`ll give my love in vain, to reach that peak againWe met upon a hillMother, she blew my brain, I will go back againMy God, she shook me cold