Sapphire bullets of pure love.
Love hurts!
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Sapphire bullets of pure love.
Love hurts!
if it's not Love
Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb
That will bring us together
Love hurts!
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly.
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly.
Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather.
Hand me my leather!
Shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather.
Shiny leather in the dark.
Tiny dancer in my hand.
Tiny dancer in my hand.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Pictures of Lily made me feel so wonderful...
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love
I love you for sentimental reasons.