paroles de chanson Pleasure Man / Hey Ma Get Papa - Mick Ronson

When you're burned by the need
Heartache won't let go
And you're searchin' in your soul for a stranger who won't say no

Steal away to my soul just as fast as you can
You can lock away your tears and bring your body to the pleasure man

I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain
A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain

When you're lost in a crowd
Nowhere on the run
And you're walking in a dream, wide awake, thinking "who is the one?"

I'm waiting here no surprise 'cause I understand
You can rest your hungry soul and bring your body to the pleasure man

I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain
A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain

When you're lost in a crowd
Nowhere on the run
And you're walking in a dream, wide awake, thinking "who is the one?"

Come to the only one you know who cares
Who do we all need and bring your body to the pleasure man

I've got molten magic in my fingertips to ease all your pain
A thousand secret ways to make your lonely kisses fall like the rain

There I stood like soap on heat
While blood ran thick past both my quaky feet
Into the street

J. J. Dean and Pigsty Paul just
Coughed and grinned and sank into the pack
No turnin' back

J. J., had blessed us
Cramped me up with, salt, Tequila, lemon peel
My heart began to reel

Hey Ma, get Papa
Soon you'll have no son to bitch
You're gonna cry
I've left some men to die

Speaks when he screams in his old black jeans
And a spike on the ground
And all I saw was read
When he touched my head

So I picked up the spike that once was a fence
And I stuck it in his eye
And all we saw was red, oh Ma
He must be dead

Good god, we cracked out
Never threw up until we had run ten blocks or more
Then we really poured

Hey Ma, get Papa
Soon you'll have no son to bitch
You're gonna cry
I've left some men to die