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.