Teksty: Eurythmics. Savage.

Words of power are killing me
While the sun displays its teeth
All mockery is laughing
All violence is cheap

She said, "These are my guns
These are my furs, this is my living room
You can play with me there sometimes
If you catch me in the mood"

Savage, savage
Savage, you savage

She said, "I have this unhappiness
To wear around my neck
It's a pretty piece of jewelery
To show what I protect"

She said, "Everything is fiction
All cynic to the bone
So don't ask me to stay with you
Don't ask to see me home"

Savage, savage
Savage, you savage

Savage, savage, you
Savage, savage
Savage, you savage