Besedila: Buckcherry. Black Butterfly. Talk To Me.

Talk to me, talk to me now

Feel it, you want it, you know you cannot stop it
Love don?t mean a thing
Hands are in my pockets just to buy you lockets
Love don?t mean a thing
Love don?t mean a

I give you something but you got to believe
But you can?t talk about it nothing?s for free
Maybe I should arrest myself

Paralyzed by what I see girl you got a hold on me
In too deep you?re everything I need
Talk to me, talk to me
Hypnotize me with your eyes bring my fantasies to life don?t believe our love don?t mean a thing
Talk to me, talk to me

Suck it and bleed it, you know you got to feed it
Love don?t mean a thing
You?re coming to it faster than a bullet
Love don?t mean a thing
Love don?t mean a

Tell me stop but I got tricks up my sleeves
It?s not a prop it?s what you wanted to see
Maybe I just detest myself

Ah I want to do this right kiss you right between your thighs

Talk to me, talk to me now