Mott the Hoople - Black Scorpio Lyrics
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Black Scorpio
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Scorpio By Mott the Hoople?
Momma's little jewel, just out of school
Fresh from the nuns that made you Don't know why but I'm going to try To re-in-celibate you Momma's little jewel, you got the rules But I'll be the one to educate you Take what's mine, take a little time And don't bite the hand that makes you True when I hold you near, well I'm Caught, even when I'm on the road And I'm wearing my scorpio faces, when I Come in the midnight sun What you want I can't buy So why don't you try it my way? What you look for ain't in the book I'm going to show you someday Laugh in the evening, when I Catch you with my watering gun now Wearing my scorpio faces, when I Come in the midnight sun You won't rise, you won't shine You won't even try boys You've got brains, if you love changes You'll have to play with my toys Momma's little jewel is such a little fool Thinks she can learn all the answers She don't want to feel, she just want to steal Don't want to take any chances True when I hold you near, well I'm Caught even when I'm on the road And I'm wearing my scorpio faces, when I Come in the midnight sun now Laugh in the evening, when I Catch you with my watering gun now Wearing my scorpio faces, when I Come in the midnight sun now Come in the midnight sun, when I Come in the midnight sun, when I Come in the midnight sun, when I Come in the midnight sun, when I |
Who Wrote Black Scorpio By Mott the Hoople?
Ian Hunter, Peter Overend Watts
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