Graffiti My Soul

Graffiti My Soul (Live) - Girls Aloud (嗆女生合唱團)

Written by：Miranda Cooper/Lisa Cowling/Brian Higgins/Tim Powell/peblab

Spike heels and skin tight jeans

I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby

Spike heels and skin tight jeans

I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby

Spike heels and skin tight jeans

I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby

I'm hanging on a wire

Spike heels and skin tight jeans

I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby

Come baby come you know what I mean

And the drum beat's rising higher

Bang goes my self control

I got your name on my face your face on my mind

Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

We should be getting it on

Fly DJ's playing my song

Why don't you take me head on

We should be getting somewhere

Some kind of cool love affair

Don't act as if you don't care

You dream of touching me there

Your kisses taste of cyanide

And that's no good for me

An open heart is suicide

In my philosophy

I need a walking talking mannequin

That simply folds away

And never questions anything

I've got to say

No more explanations

You're never gonna know

You could kill my reputation

I don't do heavy loads

No more conversations

You can't carve up the world

It's a dangerous occupation

Talking to a girl

I'm complicated

And I celebrate it

You're getting jaded

You're fascinated

I'm complicated

Out the bedroom down the stairs

And I celebrate it

Along the carpet no one cares

You tell me you hate it

On the table on to the floor

You're fascinated

It's procreation and nothing more

Dance if you want till the dirty is done

'Cos we're stars in the dead of the night

But if you're looking for romance

Or a chance to reflect in the sun

Baby I'm gonna put up a fight

And you can dance if you want

Till you fall out of space

And you crash in the back of the car

But if you wanna have the kids and the cash

Then get out of my face don't push my love too far

I'm hanging on a wire

Spike heels and skin tight jeans

I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby

Come baby come you know what I mean

And the drum beat's rising higher

Bang goes my self control

I got your name on my face your face on my mind

Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

Baby come baby come graffiti my soul

And the drum beat's rising higher

Bang goes my self control

I got your name on my face your face on my mind

Baby come baby come graffiti my soul