Motley Crue - This Ain't a Love Song Lyrics
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This Ain't a Love Song
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What Are The Lyrics For This Ain't a Love Song By Motley Crue?
I met her down at Marilyn's Grave, looking like an S & M slave,
Drinking like a fool with a prison tattoo on her cheek, Well I knew it would never last, cause we were running from our criminal past, But none of that mattered I was hot and she was flattered by me, Well I had one or two gram lines to get inside her head, There's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed. This ain't a love song, this is a f*ck song, don't have to sing along, This ain't a love song, it's just a f*ck song, yeah, um She didn't wanna look in my eyes, as we bailed down Beverly drive, Looking for a place to stop, a little place to get high, Susie didn't call it love, she was good just giving it up, All she really wanted was a little Rock N Roll that night, She said "Turn it up so fuckin' loud, that I can't hear my mind", She bent down on the bed post, and I watched Suzie grind! This ain't a love song, this is a f*ck song, don't have to sing along, This ain't a love song, it's just a f*ck song, let's do it all night long, yeah! Wow! Well I had one or two gram lines to get inside her head, There's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed. This ain't a love song, this is a f*ck song, don't have to sing along, This ain't a love song, it's just a f*ck song, yeah! Um! |
Who Wrote This Ain't a Love Song By Motley Crue?
Nikki Sixx, Mick Mars, Martin Frederiksen, James Michael, Tommy Lee Bass
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