Howling - RY, Frank Wiedemann

Hot nights coming

Keep the car running

Lavender fingers

Swallow my pollen

Gold, I swam into your spell

On the rite of God we fell

You were plush and I laid bare

You had me howling

Cold, I fell into your skin

On the night you led me under your sin

You had me howling

You had me howling

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Golden siren

Under exposing

Come lay your weakness down

On the floor in the backseat

Gold, I fell into your spell

On the rite of God we fell

You were plush and I laid bare

You had me howling

Cold, I fell into your skin

On the night you led me under your sin

You had me howling

You had me howling

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush

Blush