Bájos nők 3. b.

When I lost you, honey, sometimes I think I lost my guts too

I wish God would send me the word, send me something I'm afraid to lose

Lying in the heat of the night, we're prisoners all our lives

I get shivers down my spine, all I wanna do is hold you tight

Well, I swear I'd travel night again, just to buy you some shoes and to taste your tender charms