Let Me In, Damn You Songtext
von Mick Farren
Let Me In, Damn You Songtext
Let me in, damn you, I′m frozen to the bone
Let me in, damn you, I swear I'm all alone
The last time that I saw you, I was something less than cute
You can′t leave me standing here, there's water in my boot
The cop car halfway down the block is wondering what I am
They think that I'm a mother-raising, handbag-snatching man
I swear I won′t act the same, have I ever lied?
Let me in, damn you, I don′t like it here outside
Let me in, damn you, my hands are turning blue
Let me in, damn you, it ain't so hard to do
I know you told your girlfriends that you′re tired of my shit
What about my small talk and my rapid-sparking wit?
I know you're really in there, I saw the curtains move
I have to get pneumonia, ′cause you got a point to prove
Wearing out my fingers, working on your belt
Let me in, damn you, this street's as cold as hell
Let me in, damn you, I′m getting bored out here
Let me in, damn you, there ain't a thing to fear
I'll even call my Betty Jean to bring us lots of pills
To kill your inhibitions and take away your ruse
We′ll roll beside the fire and forget about the strife
Jesus Christ sister, what you looking for in life?
Bruises on my knuckles from beating on your door
Let me in, damn you, like you always did before
Let me in, damn you, I swear I'm all alone
The last time that I saw you, I was something less than cute
You can′t leave me standing here, there's water in my boot
The cop car halfway down the block is wondering what I am
They think that I'm a mother-raising, handbag-snatching man
I swear I won′t act the same, have I ever lied?
Let me in, damn you, I don′t like it here outside
Let me in, damn you, my hands are turning blue
Let me in, damn you, it ain't so hard to do
I know you told your girlfriends that you′re tired of my shit
What about my small talk and my rapid-sparking wit?
I know you're really in there, I saw the curtains move
I have to get pneumonia, ′cause you got a point to prove
Wearing out my fingers, working on your belt
Let me in, damn you, this street's as cold as hell
Let me in, damn you, I′m getting bored out here
Let me in, damn you, there ain't a thing to fear
I'll even call my Betty Jean to bring us lots of pills
To kill your inhibitions and take away your ruse
We′ll roll beside the fire and forget about the strife
Jesus Christ sister, what you looking for in life?
Bruises on my knuckles from beating on your door
Let me in, damn you, like you always did before
Writer(s): Larry Wallis, Mick Farren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

