Luscious Jackson - Under Your Skin Lyrics
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Under Your Skin
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What Are The Lyrics For Under Your Skin By Luscious Jackson?
i'm gettin' in
under your skin i got the hungry eye at a northern spy i watch your smile my words they float in and out of the light i try to make sense but it's still a fight we got a smokey past where minutes last it took so long to leave so fast it might not be sweet feeling this heat lie down in the fire with me i burn everything frequently if it don't feel good when you first get in wait 'til it gets under your skin lie down underneath the breeze can't cool down when you're down with me if it don't feel good when you first get in wait 'til it gets under your skin some deeds done wrong won't scare me long i've done a few maybe one or two if you want to know all of my original sins ask the virgin she knows where i've been if it ain't too far for you to come and you want to get to know someone it might be sweet feeling this heat lie down in the fire with me i burn everything frequently if it don't feel good when you first get in wait 'til it gets under your skin lie down underneath the breeze can't cool down when you're down with me if it don't feel good when you first get in wait 'til it gets under your skin lie down in the fire with me i burn everything frequently if it don't feel good when you first get in wait 'til it gets under your skin |
Who Wrote Under Your Skin By Luscious Jackson?
Jill Cunniff
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