Metal Hearts – Gentlemen's Spell lyrics

Music in the kitchen, I'm calling your name
We were kissing last night, but it wasn't the same

I've got the clinger's cling, I've got the swinger's swing
I've got the charmer's charm, I'll walk you home under my arm
I've got the gentleman's spell, but I'll fuck in any motel

Your friend is on the telephone, he's calling my bluff
He's telling you I touched her, but that's not enough
He's making shit up now, trying to be your friend
He's making you cry, making me contend
He's making you feel worse, making me perverse
Now you know what you wanted to know
and I'm fucking cursed