Rob Zombie - Werewolf, Baby! Lyrics
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Werewolf, Baby!
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What Are The Lyrics For Werewolf, Baby! By Rob Zombie?
I feel my blood boil
I feel my spine coil My hair is ripping My mind is tripping I am a monster Can I come over? Some kind of demon To get you screaming Werewolf, baby! Is all she really said The moon went up and I went out of my head She get on it Like she want it When the sun dies Night is calling She get on it Like she want it When the sun dies Night is calling I am the right one When the night come A lonely hunter You're falling under That wicked feeling Start believing You are afflicted By what the fangs did Werewolf, baby! Is all she really said The moon went up and I went out of my head, yeah She get on it Like she want it When the sun dies Night is calling She get on it Like she want it When the sun dies Night is calling Even a pure man Deep in his heart can Turn to insane From the wolf's bane I am a monster Can I come over? Some kind of demon To get you screaming Werewolf, baby! Is all she really said The moon went up and I went out of my head Werewolf, baby! Brings her to her knees Man to wolf is what she really needs, yeah She get on it Like she want it When the sun dies Night is calling She get on it Like she want it When the sun dies Night is calling |
Who Wrote Werewolf, Baby! By Rob Zombie?
John Lowery, Rob Zombie
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What's The Duration Of The Werewolf, Baby! By Rob Zombie?The duration of Werewolf, Baby! is 3:57 minutes and seconds. |
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