Текст песни Fits Like A Glove (Live In San Antonio, Texas - December 3, 1985) - Kiss

Here's a little song off the album Lick It Up
This one's called Fits Like...
A Glove
Uh
Here they come, here I sit
Baby, let me at you
Girl, I'm gonna treat you right
Well, goodness sakes
My snake's alive, it's ready to bite
Oh, what a mess
Leave me no rest
Ooh, I wanna slip out of your skin
I got the urge to merge and you're as cold as ice
Baby, won't you let me in?
Bad dreams and wet dreams
Yeah
Never gonna make it through
Fire, fire, fire on the roof
Ooh, yeah
Don't like her dress
Talk too good right up her mouth, she's
Not too clean
Know what I mean
You know what I mean
Baby, baby, guess we'll never fly
Baby, baby, we're burning out here
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
It must be love
It must be love
Yeah, yeah
Must be love
Feel the heat
Topless heat
Messing with my head's my treat
Think I'm gonna bust
Gonna bust
Think I'm gonna bust
Baby, baby, guess we'll never fly
Baby, baby, we're burning out here
Ooh, yeah
This must be love
Must be love
Ooh, yeah
Yeah
Must be love
Oh
Oh
What?
We can't hear you
'Cause when I go through her
Woo
It's just like a- A hot knife
Ooh, yeah
This must be love
It must be love
Ooh, yeah
Yeah
Must be love
Ow
Ow
Must be love
It's love
Love
Must be love
Ooh, yeah
You know, this afternoon, when we were coming
Up here, I was walking towards the stage
This guy came over to me, said, "Paul, how come
You calling this tour the Asylum Tour?" I said
"Pal, tonight I want you to take a look out there
Those people are fucking crazy out there." Now
Here's a little song I know every once in a while
People like to take a little taste of alcohol
Now, I'm not talking about no tequila, you understand?
I'm not talking about no Southern Comfort
You know what I'm talking about?
I can't hear you
Cold Gin
I can't hear you
Cold Gin