Song Of The Flesh — Black Crowes

Curse the wicked whisper here in this ear Make my honey Grind that salt before the rains come this year Make it all muddy

So now you have called And now you want to ring my neck Oh baby you talk so tight Tell me now who's all wet

I could kiss your promiscuous mind

My flesh is yours and there is nothing to fear Make us all alone Wind your watch and bless all my prayers Make ready to get home

Oh now you get so hard Now you ring my neck Now you wanna talk so tight Tell me who's all wet

I could kiss your promiscuous mind I could kiss your promiscuous mind

Yes I could

I have four lone stars That you have given me

Yeah, why don't you give it baby Well, the feeling you're giving baby Tell me, what you give away Give it, give it, give it