Inamorata Lyrics

I want an emerald green jaguar
And an irish wolf hound
And i want you to stick around

One more familiar phone call
Your name is on the tip of tongue
With the blood on my guitar

Maybe, we could have made beautiful babies
I want to be your lover, not your boss
But if that time would ever come,
"I will be the one," she says,
"'Cause here, we're better off dead."

Why should i give in?
Even admit it?
"Soon, and very soon," she said

But it's so cold outside,
I should be warm inside of you
I don't know if you feel this fever,
What's left there to use?

I like to watch the way everything on you
Moves and looks so fine
Even when you walk away

Hey, hey, hey . . .
Hey, hey, hey . . .

Yeah.