Slip Your Skin

David Holmes & Bobby Gillespie - Pop, Electronic
Slip Your Skin
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Duration: 4:20
Lyrics
You are like the sun, you're burning bright I can see the magic in your eyes I'm blown away, a dust on wind No sense of gravity I spin Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it, penetrate me I'm a fiend for fire, you can't stop me Blind your eyes, I steal your naked body A head trip [?] Skinny cat, copy funk Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it, penetrate me "He was a cat." "Clean on this motherswingin' sphere." You are like the sun, you're burning bright I can see the magic in your eyes I'm blown away, a dust on wind No sense of gravity I spin Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it, penetrate me "He was a cat." "Clean in this motherswingin' sphere." Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it to me, baby No one here, just you and me We see colours they can't see There's no one here, just you and me We see colours they can't see There's no one here, just you and me We see colours they can't see Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it, give it Give it, give it, give it, give it Slip, slip, slip your skin Feed, feed, feed your sin Give it, give it, give it, give it to me, baby Slip, slip, slip your skin Slip, slip, slip your skin Slip, slip, slip your skin Slip, slip, slip your skin Slip, slip, slip your skin Slip, slip, slip your skin Slip, slip, slip your skin [?]
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Credits
- Writers
- David Holmes
- Phil Mossman
- Darren Morris
- Bobby Gillespie
- Lord Buckley