Replacements - Torture Lyrics
A million baby kissesFrom a kissing booth on wheelsThis sign is pretty poisonOn the envelope she sealsAnd your love is by the wayWho knows exactly how she feelsWhose tortureWithout you, its tortureWhat newYou climb into your rocket shipAnd count from ten to oneTheres no television coverageFor that loser on the runYou hide yourself in darknessBut were heading for the sunWhose tortureTorture oohWithout you, yeah tortureTorture oohWhat to do, its tortureTorture oohWithout you, its tortureTorture oohTighter and tighter and tighter soonYeah tortureAn 809 is rockinWith a party full of liesAnd on the tenth floor smokinTill the suns about to riseTheres trouble in 302Cant you see it in my eyesWhose tortureTorture oohWithout you really tortureTorture oohWhat to do, its tortureTorture oohWithout you its tortureWhose torture