The Buck Pets - Inamorata lyrics

I want an emerald green jaguar And an Irish wolf hound And I want you to stick around One more familiar phone call Your name is on the tip of tongue With the blood on my guitar Maybe, we could have made beautiful babies I want to be your lover, not your boss But if that time would ever come, "I will be the one," she says, "'Cause here, we're better off dead." Why should I give in? Even admit it? "Soon, and very soon," she said But it's so cold outside, I should be warm inside of you I don't know if you feel this fever, What's left there to use? I like to watch the way everything on you Moves and looks so fine Even when you walk away Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Yeah.