Tekstovi: Pulp Dogs. Song Of Jealousy. You Make Me A Fool.

(Pastano/Farina - Farina)

I met you on a train going Hell bound
You had little red cheeks and wounds
Lipsticks and guns and few skeletons
Underneath your bed
...but...what's a man to do for love...

You threw me ,down on the way
I didn't know, no one but me
You think, I' m the man, you gotta save, every one but me
I'm here on my own to try, I'm here to try alone
... but...what's a man to do for love...

You make me a fool, without a creed
I'm a fool, I must believe

I thought, I met you through streets made of gold
I met you through streets made of silver
And I met you, through the streets many times
I met you ...everywhere...
... what's a man to do for love...

You make me a fool, without a creed
I'm a fool, I must believe

you mean love is a little old thing
You make me cry,
'cause I dropped my love, in the rising tide
It ain't that simple, it ain't that easy
When it drives you crazy, lazy and dizzy into the dark
... what's a man to do for love...

You make me a fool, without a creed
I'm a fool, I must believe

Babe, you make me a fool,
When I say, I'm in love, you best believe,
I'm in love ... L O V E...
Babe you make me a fool,
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love