Girls Aloud - Graffiti My Soul

[ Cheryl | Kimberley | Nadine | Nicola | Sarah | All ]

Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby

I'm hanging on a wire

Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way
Baby come, baby come you know what I mean

And the drumbeats rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul

We should be getting it on <with Cheryl>
Fly DJ's playing my song <with Cheryl>
Why don't you take me head on? <with Cheryl>
We should be getting somewhere <with Cheryl>
Some kind of cool love affair <with Cheryl>
Don't act as if you don't care (you dream of touching me there)

Your kisses taste of cyanide
And that's no good to me
An open heart is suicide
Is my philosophy

I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I've got to say

N-n-no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You coulda k-k-killed my reputation
I don't do heavy loads

N-n-no more conversation
You c-c-can’t carve up the world
It's a d-d-dangerous occupation
Talking to a girl

I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
But you're fascinated

I'm complicated (out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it (along the carpet, no one cares)
You tell me you hate it (on the table, on to the floor)
But you're fascinated (it's procreation, and nothing more)

D-d-dance if you want, till the dirty is done
Cos we're stars in the dead of the night
But, if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun
And you can, I'm gonna put up a fight

And you can d-d-dance if you want til you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face
Don't push my love too far

I'm hanging on a wire

Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way
Baby come, baby come you know what I mean

And the drumbeats rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul

Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul

And the drumbeats rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I've got your name on my face, your face on my mind
Baby come, baby come graffiti my soul

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