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LICK IT UP
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
My shoes are heavy, my feet are winding down,
I look for her in comers - but she's not around.
What I eat is eating me - it hits me hard,
I'm one jack short of a royal flush -
A stranger holds the card.
Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar,
And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star.
I don't want your money, I don't want your soul,
I don't need a reason -
I just want to get right down and lick it up.
Mother Mercy told me - a picture never lies,
She told me no self respecting hero ever cries.
The prisoner walks in circles, the victim walks alone,
Scissors cut the paper - the paper wraps the stone.
Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise,
The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry.
I don't want your money, I don't want your soul,
I don't a reason -
I just want to get right down and lick it up.
I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky,
The only game in town that gets me high.
I don't want your money -
I just want to get right down and lick it up.
I don't want your soul -
I just want to get right down and lick it up.
I don't need a reason -
I just want to get right down and lick it up.
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