Tekst:
Blood Sugar Sex Magik

Copulate to create a state of sexual light Kissing her virginity, my affinity I mingle with the Gods, I mingle with divinity Blood sugar baby She's magik Sex magik, sex magik

There are no monks in my band (There are no monks in my band) There are no saints in this land (There are no saints in this land) I'll be doing all I

Should of been, could of been Would of been dead If I didn't get the message Goin' to my head I am what I am Most motherfuckers Don't give a damn Aw baby

I am a man Cut from the know Rarely do friends Come and then go She was a girl Soft but estranged We were the two Our lives rearranged Feeling so good

Hot tamales and they red hot Yes, she got 'em for sale Hot tamales and they red not Oh, she got 'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall Sleeps

There must be something in the way I feel That she don't want me to feel The stare she bares cut me, I don't care You see, so what if I bleed? I could

Copulate to create A state of sexual light Kissing her virginity My affinity I mingle with the gods I mingle with divinity Blood sugar baby She's magik Sex magik sex magik

Prijevod: Red Hot Chili Peppers. Blood Sugar Sex Magik (Live).

: A wanna be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in the eye