Plurabelle - Our Fires

I wanna make you mine, girl
I wanna make you mine
I hear your music calling out my name
Until I make you mine, girl
Until I make you mine
You hear my music calling out your name

Blinded by paintings and love songs
Blowing Sumerian controls
Wild paperboy proudness dirty

Hyperhidro magazines, teardrops sucking sex machines
Sledge the strength for power taste

Eagle shifting drifter's night, madmen hiding out of sight
Am I still the only one around that fits your size?

You are my bovine divine