Hunters & Collectors - Talking To A Stranger Lyrics
Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipageAnd it's like talking to a strangerRemember the panic in its delectable face, when I touched itIt was like talking to a strangerVenetian candles penetrated its heartIt trembles like talking to a strangerAnd Oh Miss Jesus tell me where are your black eyes?Your baby was talking to a stranger, no no.Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipageAnd it's like talking to a strangerYou tasted mustard when she painted your faceAnd it was like talking to a strangerAnd Oh Miss Jesus tell me where are your black eyes?Your baby was talking to a strangerSouvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipageAnd it's like talking to a stranger.Souvent pour s'amuser les hommes d'equipageAnd it's like talking to a strangerYou tasted mustard when she painted your faceAnd it was like talking to a strangerRemember the panic in its delectable face, when you touched itIt was like talking to a strangerAnd Oh Miss Jesus tell me where are your black eyes?Your baby was talking to a stranger.You're talking to a stranger, no no.
