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I gotta wicked tongue that's like a storm in rage And my heart's always said I had balls bigger than my brains, my brains I had a lot of dreams walking down these streets But ambition never said I had shoes bigger than my feet, my feet Angel wings, romantic swings Coffee cups and OK magazines But baby, I need more Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love You gotta help me out Sister, give me some medicine I've been a gentleman Gotta help me out So I'm dealing all my business up on Primrose Hill Money is my weapon and my bullets are dressing to kill, yeah I kill 'em babe Been cutting all my profits on the tabletop Turning on the tap but the water never stops flowing, where the hell am I going? Silhouetts, tv sets Looking like a young, starved suffragette But baby, I need more Doctor, gimme some blood SongtexteI'm all out of love You gotta help me out Sister, give me some medicine I've been a gentleman Gotta help me out My bloody knuckles are swinging in my self defense (In my self defense) Life sometimes is a big joke and I laugh at my expense (Laugh at my expense) You can write it on a napkin in a cocktail bar I can walk you back to Heaven but it's just too far Here it comes, the rain and sun The what I was and what I have become, yeah Doctor, gimme some blood I'm all out of love You gotta help me out (You know I'm not alright) Sister, give me some medicine I've been a gentleman Gotta help me out (Gimme, gimme, baby, baby) You gotta help me (Everyone needs time) Help me (But I ain't got enough to give it) You gotta help me out (You gotta help me out) You gotta help me (Everyone needs time) Help me (But I ain't got enough to give it) You gotta help me out (You gotta help me out) You gotta help me Help me You gotta help me out You gotta help me Help me You gotta help me out Aus Songtexte Mania