Exxtasy

1994 John Waite (J. Waite, M. Spiro)

Pick it up
Bring it down

I hear that you're connected
In everything you do
And you got a little violence
In your shadow too
You know I come around here
With cold hard cash
To touch the Mona Lisa
A monster piece of trash

Don't care about the money
Don't care about the cost
When I look at you and
Your dress falls off
With all these moments I still
Found you
I got no choice cuz you want it too

Live all day
All night
Hour by hour
Baby come and hold me tight
Live for night
Every chance we get
Baby put your trust in me
And ecstasy

Your words are in your fingertips
They speak to me in tongues
Calm me down in numbers
Til the morning comes
Your shiney-eyed corona around the morning sun
You're fabulously loaded an ordinary gun

Don't care about the weather
Or the ticking of the clock
Surrender to the rhythm
With everything you got
You're flickin' through the pages
That have burned the book of love
Cause you sanctify me baby but I
Can't get enough

Live all day
All night
Hour by hour
Baby come and hold me tight
Live for night
Every chance we get
Baby put your trust in me
And ecstasy
Extasy
Oh I'm in love with you
In your eyes
Through this window
To the skies of my world

Live all day
All night
Hour by hour
Baby come and hold me tight
Live for night
Every chance we get
Baby put your trust in me
And ecstasy

Ecstasy
Come put your trust in me
Give me some ecstasy
Come on and get next to me
Come on
Come on
Little bit up
Little bit down
Pick it up
Work it on out
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
A little bit up


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