29 Palms Robert Plant

Fool in love; a crazy situation. Her velvet glove, mocks me down and down and down and down.

Her kiss of fire; a loaded invitation inside her smile. She takes me down and down and down and down.

Her moves look good; a touch of desperation. From where I stood, she turned my head around and 'round and 'round and 'round.

It comes kinda hard when I hear your voice on the radio. Leading me back down the road that leads back to you. 29 Palms, I feel the heat of your desert heart. Taking me back down the road that leads back to you

I'm burning in love; a strange infatuation. White cold, cold touch. What must I do and do and do and do?

The heat and the dust increase my desolation. In God we trust, always for you and you and you and you.