Pretenders - Night in My Veins [DVD] Lyrics
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Night in My Veins [DVD]
Night in My Veins [DVD] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Night in My Veins [DVD] By Pretenders?
I see him standing silhouetted in the lamp-light
I cross the street and I quicken my pace He cups his hands and he lights a cigarette I find myself in the bones of his face It's just the night in my veins, oh! Making me crawl in the dust again It's just the night Under my skin, slipping it in He's got his hands in my hair and his lips everywhere Oh yeah! It feels good, it's alright Even if it's just the night in my veins He's got me up against the back of a pick-up truck Out of sight of the neon and glare We might as well be on a beach under the moonlight Love's language reads the same anywhere, yeah It's just the night in my veins, oh! Making me crawl in the dust again It's just the night Under my skin, slipping it in He's got his chest on my back across a new Cadillac Oh yeah! It feels good, it's alright Even if it's just the night in my veins Even if it's just the night in my veins I've got my head on the curb and I can't produce a word Oh yeah! It feels good, it's alright Even if it's just the night in my veins It feels good, it's alright Even if it's just the night in my veins Even if it's just the night in my veins It feels good, it's alright Even if it's just the night in my veins |
Who Wrote Night in My Veins [DVD] By Pretenders?
Thomas Kelly, Christine Hynde, Billy Steinberg
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