Aerosmith - Done With Mirrors lyrics
Tracks 01. Let The Music Do The Talking
02. My Fist Your Face 03. Shame On You 04. The Reason A Dog 05. Shela 06. Gypsy Boots 07. She's On Fire 08. The Hop 09. Darkness 01. Let The Music Do The Talking
Rock-a-bye baby
If you wanna dance Grab yourself a body And take a chance Said one time around Is all you get I'm still dancin' So you lost your bet I got a hardcore mama With a hot hoochie coo Make my wheels start spinnin' Like a formula two Got one for the money Two for the show Three for my honey And four to let you know that I... Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking...'cause I can't wait Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Cheese cake Maybe if I take another bite I'm a real fat city I'm an aero delight Threw out my pipe And my alkaline Got a squeaky clean body And a dirty mind I'm a real fine dancer I'll be cuttin' the rug Got a brand new baby She's my brand new drug I got one for the money Two for the show Three for my honey And four to let you know that I... Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking...'cause I can't wait Let The Music Do The Talking...I gotta get it Let The Music Do The Talking... Yeah yeah yeah yeah... yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...yeah Yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yaou Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking Let The Music Do The Talking 02. My Fist Your Face
Wake up baby, what you in for
Start the day upon your knees What you pissin' in the wind for You musta snorted too much blees East house pinball wizard Full tilt bozo played Second floor trekkie Makin' warp speed out the door Julio Anpacolucci He the only one who stayed Countin' up the days Please no more My Fist Your Face That's for sure Hey Betty Boop you got me droolin' I'm buzzin' 'round your hive tonight You played the hooky 'stead of schoolin' Son of a bitch put out the light Thirteen year old hookers Drag yourself right through the thorns You wonder why the man's outside your door Junior achievers, got the old bull by the horns Back in the saddle get ya s'more (some more) My Fist Your Face That's for sure Yeah! East house pinball wizard Full tilt bozo played Second floor trekkie's Makin' warp speed out the door Julio Anpacolucci He the only one that stayed I'm countin' up the days Please no more Arr...My Fist Your Face That's for sure Oooowhoo...yeah My Fist Your Face That's for sure...or wor...ooowhoo My Fist Your Face That's for sure...oooh whoo My Fist Your Face That's for sure 03. Shame On You
Somebody tryin' to take my soul
Nobody gonna get my rock n' roll Shame, shame, shame on you babe Shame, shame, shame on you baby Lolita, steady as it goes Toot sweeter, powder in her nose Shame, shame, shame on you babe Shame, shame, shame on you babe Hey Smith, old hank pank Pulling down your knickers Ah, who you gonna spank Shame, shame, on you baby Shame, shame, shame on you babe Joe Perry, oooh Mr Style Some kind of killer bee Buzz a while Phoned home last night P.M.S. Bitch bitch bitchin' Gotta do this gotta do that Shame, shame, shame on you babe Shame, shame, shame, shame shame on you baby Bogus honey, square dance close Oh, grab your partner, a bring it home 'n dosey, dosey Shame, shame, shame on you babe Shame, shame, shame on you baby See you in the attic, flinch it did Why's uncle Stanley Tryin to keep it hid Shame, shame, shame on you babe Shame, shame, shame on you baby Seven or eleven Got to roll the dice Am I in heaven Or am I in Miami Vice Shame, shame, shame on you babe Shame, shame, shame, shame Shame, shame, shame on you baby 04. The Reason A Dog
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
The way you love I adore You always come never know where you been But a, now I'm here baby to even the score You're up, you're down You're always running in place Triathlon if you please You're always beggin' me for a taste But ain't up to snuff if you sneeze Yak yak yak Lord you give me the bends Your head's in jail I'll call out the law Like The Reason A Dog Has so many friends He wags his tail instead of his tongue Your older sister She's a lot like you She likes to grab my microphone Now there ain't too much she won't do Especially when we're all alone You're up, you're down You're always runnin' in place Triathlon if you please Her mind's on rewind and erase But you might get shot, babe When you're shootin' the breeze Yak yak yak Lord you give me the bends Your heads in jail I'll call out the law That The Reason A Dog Has so many friends 'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue That The Reason A Dog Has so many friends 'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue Ooh ooh who who who whoooo Ooh ooh who who who whoooo Your older sister She's a lot like you And there ain't too much that she won't do Ooh ooh who who who whooo Ooh ooh who who who whooo There's always something That you got to say I lose my mind and then I surely fade away, yeah A yak yak yak Lord you give me the bends You're heads in jail Now look what you done That The Reason A Dog Has so many friends 'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue That The Reason A Dog Has so many friends He wags his tail instead of his tongue That The Reason A Dog Has so many friends 'Cause he wags his tail instead of his tongue...arf 05. Shela
Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane
Shela, Shela, she like a ball and chain Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane Got myself a lady I get down on my knees, yeah... Hotter than Hades Heaven if you please, yeah... Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane Shela, Shela, she like a ball and chain Shela, Shela, she like a hurricane Some girls put it to you Make you scream in pain, yeah... Some will say they knew you And then forget your name, yeah... Shela, real tight Shela, that's right Shela She said she could do it Love she could fulfill, yeah... There ain't noting to it Backbone gets a chill, yeah... 06. Gypsy Boots
Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet
Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet Screamer, dreamer, disarray Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away No good, papa's no good Sister's no good and that's a drag Sometimes you're feelin' Like your head's on the ceiling When you scream hey mama...rag When your daddy come home With an old soup bone 'Cause he drank all the money away And your mama's in the kitchen On the phone she be bitchin' And your girlfriend who called to say Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet Screamer, dreamer, disarray Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away High school lover, with ya corpse undercover Gettin high jack...Lebanese Hey mama, choosed it, y'all all been through it Or be fallin' off you right to your knees (Pair a shades, shotgun, rock on) ? Chewing gum, take it to the dance tonight Your a (love hate) ? child with wild child smile And you don't care wrong from right Gypsy, gypsy, dancing feet Gypsy, gypsy, bittersweet Screamer, dreamer, disarray Gypsy, gypsy, why did you fly away Nobody but nobody baby Knockin' my socks off Rock, rock, rockin' I'll be gotten, I'll be gettin' my rocks off Nobody but nobody shootin' never gets a shot off Yeah, yeah, yeah 07. She's On Fire
Oooh, she's on fire
Oooh, she's on fire Hot to trot, she's a bit insane Little bit a pleasure With a little bit a pain I got to be smokin' So I know without a doubt Where there's smoke there's fire So I gotta boot it out Say oooh, she's on fire Oooh, she's on fire Homely child with a hang down lip Starved for love and companionship Little by little, catchin' up to me She's more of a woman Then I thought she'd be to me...yeah Hungry girl, she's the skinniest thing She's sayin' the word, I'm losin' sting ? She's on fire She hung my head in a guillotine She's my flame, she's a wettin' my dream She's on fire Oooh, she's on fire Oooh, she's on fire Oooh, she's on fire Oooh, she's on fire 08. The Hop
Thinkin' 'bout the night life
In the ladies powder room Brother's like a howlin' wolf By the light of the silvery moon Joey's like a Pavlovs dog When he starts to salivate A hardened man himself Is hard to shake his rattle snake Me, I got a brand new babe You know that something just ain't right I say yeah, yeah Can't stop rockin' tonight Hangin' at the shopping mall With a watchman full of sash Leave your smile outside the door 'Cause the kids be kickin' ass My old boot heels be smokin' You really got to understand We're burning down the town tonight A when the new shit hits the fan And me, I got a brand new baby You know something just ain't right I say yeah, yeah Can't stop rockin' tonight Yeah yeah Can't stop rockin' tonight Layin' on her back tonight To watch the moon eclipse Baby eatin' out tonight But I just ain't leavin' tips So y'all best watch out what you do And who you do it with 'Cause you'll be kickin' ass tonight With the boys in Aerosmith...yeah 09. Darkness
Darkness, Darkness, hungry to the bone
Darkness, Darkness, take my body home God, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love She like a boo-k (It has to be book! It can't be pooka, what's that mean) She holy roller, love me like a song She like a lightning She roller coaster, 'til the break of dawn She like a shadow She all around me, nasty hearted dream She got the sexy She do it to me, wake me when I scream God, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love Yak ak ak ak aw Now I lay me down to sleep Goodnight Pray the Lord my soul will keep Tonight If I die before I wake In your arms, my love can't break away Darkness (she like a shadow) Darkness (she all around me) Nasty hearted dream Darkness (she got the sexy) Darkness (she do it to me) Wake me when I scream God I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love...oow |