Hooks In You

Dickinson/Smith
I got the keys to view at Number 22,
Behind my green door there’s nothing to see.
Stone cold sober and sitting in silence,
Laid back and looking for sympathy.
I like a girl who knows where she’s bound,
I don’t like girls who’ve been hanging around.

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well-hung feeling.
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well-hung feeling.
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in.

She’s tied up she can’t come to the phone.
You must have got your wires crossed cos she ain’t home.
Knock on wood, you know I like that sound.
She never could keep her feet on the ground.

Hooks in you,hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling
For that well-hung feeling.
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I
Got the hooks screwed in.

Right on the money got it wrapped up tight,
New ideas for the decor tonight.
Gonna make this house a preservation zone,
Gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own.

[ www.iletras.com ]