The Dead Weather - Gasoline
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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To be afraid is a luxury
So cool your engines for me
I don't want a sweetheart
I want a machine
I love you the most, I do
When you're so close to me
I can smell the gasoline
To be soft is too easy, huh
Don't get soft on me
I don't want a sweetheart, sweetheart
What you whispered should be screamed
Screamed at the top of your lungs
Any sense you had in the morning
Is gone when the day is done