Aon Brasi - Lovers Club Lyrics

Charmed by her sway and the ease of her shake
She's the queen of The Vogue
Nighttime stepper, neon swindler
Who's gonna free you when you're living low?

At the center - I know it's late
At the center of my new world war
Heavy tripper, I just got sicker
Please be cold - won't you be cold?

Down and out, 'round your block
I'll give you body and soul
I'll celebrate you tonight
I ache for cruel cold

He's on the cover of the cheapest of rags
He's just as ill as the rest
Small town hotshot, cocaine glam god
He's still a looker when your mind's a mess

Could you be cruel? It's late, I know
If you won't have it, man, then nobody will
Won't tell no one - can't tell no one
Please be cold - he said "Shh"

I was out there somewhere in the gutter
I was out there somewhere, searching
I was kneeling, I was praying, babe
Won't you be cold?