Fighting Tiger Lewis Lyrics

Boxing or embracing me
The ceiling's so high at the Palace
My blood is racing, I sigh
Lust pins me down
Lust won't be quiet
Noises, yes, words, no
Just the cider in your sweat
Can I keep your shirt? Yes.

Bend me over, eyebrow raised
The rational response is to run away
But count to ten, I won't sway
Bend me over, eyebrow raised
You saw, you conquered and you came
You won in a way, but it was a good game.

He's a killer, a knockout, a tiger.

Dancing or dictating
In dark corners it's best
Up The Racket
My moves are wasted, my breath
I know I'm beat, you know I've guessed it
Mirror you, trip up - I am stupid in your stare
Pull me to your hips, yeh.

Walking or frogmarching
We are saying our lines
Down Canal Street,
The moon is bursting and bright
Itching to go
Nowhere we're going
Happy, yes, plans, no
Speaking patterns in the air
Kiss me like a leading man, again

Bend me over, eyebrow raised
The rational response is to run away
But count to ten, I won't sway.
Bend me over, eyebrow raised
You saw, you conquered and you came
You won in a way, but it was a good game.

1, 2, 3, 4, wham bam
I'm on the floor.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
No more.
He's a killer, a knockout, a tiger.