Love Child Songtext
von Zenzile

Gotta move on, gotta move on
Gotta move on, gotta move, man

Her daddy said she was a love child
Now running wild
Love sound wound ′round the syllables she speaks
Recklessly careful, carefully reckless
Let her stimulate your senses, senseless
On her lips the lines of eros

And she puts on her backpack like she's falling in love
She puts on her backpack like she′s falling in love
Gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move
Gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move, man
Gotta get outta here

Falling in love


Out of curiosity
She found herself situated in some urbanocity
Metropolis, cityscape
She was pondering kisses
And lovers' raw juices
Morning cups of lover java
The scent lingers on her fingers

Oh yeah, she's riding some hips
Into a western dusk
Getting higher still from the heady musk
Desire pushing up against her brain
Like a hot fire, like a slow train (Like a slow train)
Pushing, pushing, pushing

She puts on her backpack like she′s falling in love
She puts on her rucksack like she′s falling in love
Gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move
Gotta move on, gotta move on, gotta move, man

I like that