Crawlin' [3:21] - Constrictor, 1986
	Your dress is hangin' on a hook on the door
	My jeans are lying in a pile on the floor, yeah
	Flat on my back, tryin' to catch my breath
	When we were rockin' tonight
	I thought that we were gonna rock to death

	But what's that in your eyes?
	I'm no longer paralyzed
	Here we go again

	Crawlin', you come crawling to me
	I go crawling to you
	We come crawling
	You come crawling to me
	I go crawling to you

	Your hair is tangled and your lipstick is gone
	You're stretched out, calling my name
	With just your high heels on
	We hunt each other on our hands and our knees
	Well I'm an alley cat
	And you're a hot little Siamese

	But what's that in your eyes?
	I'm no longer paralyzed
	Here we go again

	Crawlin', you come crawling to me
	I go crawling to you
	We come crawling
	You come crawling to me
	I go crawling to you


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