LICK IT UP (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover) My shoes are heavy, my feet are winding down, I look for her in comers - but she's not around. What I eat is eating me - it hits me hard, I'm one jack short of a royal flush - A stranger holds the card. Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar, And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star. I don't want your money, I don't want your soul, I don't need a reason - I just want to get right down and lick it up. Mother Mercy told me - a picture never lies, She told me no self respecting hero ever cries. The prisoner walks in circles, the victim walks alone, Scissors cut the paper - the paper wraps the stone. Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise, The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry. I don't want your money, I don't want your soul, I don't a reason - I just want to get right down and lick it up. I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky, The only game in town that gets me high. I don't want your money - I just want to get right down and lick it up. I don't want your soul - I just want to get right down and lick it up. I don't need a reason - I just want to get right down and lick it up.
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