Billy Idol "Rebel Yell [Live/Storytellers]" |
Last night a little dancer, she came a dancing to my door Last night that little angel, she came pumping on my floor She said, come on baby, you've got a licence for love And if it expires, I pray help from above because In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more With a rebel yell, more, more, more, more, more, more She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg But when I'm tired and lonely, yeah, she gives me head I said, what set you free and brought you to me, babe What set you free and leaved you here by me because In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell, more, more, more In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more With a rebel yell, more I live in my own heaven I collect it to go at the 7-Eleven Yes, I'm out all night to collect a fare Just as long, just as long as it don't fuck up my hair Well, I walked the ward for you, babe A thousand miles for you Now who dried my tears of pain, babe A million times for you I'd sell my soul for you, babe It was money to burn for you, for you I'd give you all and have none, babe Just to, just to have you here by me because In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more With a rebel yell, more, more, more, more Oh yeah, my little dancer, she want more More, more, more, more... She want more, more, more, more, more Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |