Strike Me Pink - Deborah Harry

Everytime I meet you at the feet of eros, we’ll be in our street clothes and

pretend we’ve never met, and I will tell you, «my name is angel»

When you call me angel I’ll freeze like a statuette

Mmm, they will point and say I look very real

Yes they will

I guess we all take turns on the water wheel

Baby, last night you made me think, now strike me pink

Maybe you’ll bring me a lucky streak

Well, strike me pink

So what if our love is tragic;

part of a missing link?

Baby your touch is magic

You strike me pink

I know that I’m in for a rude awakening

Only you can make me come from behind the door

Is it me or the earth that’s shaking?

Only you can make me still come back for more

Mmm, they will point and say I look very real, yes they will

I guess we all take turns on the water wheel

Mmm, they will point and say I look very real, yes they will

I guess we all have turns on the wonder wheel