Fits Like A Glove
Kiss
The Ritz On Fire (LIVE) • 2017
Lyrics
Ain't a cardinal sin
Baby let me in
Girl I'm gonna treat you right
Well goodness sakes
My snake's alive and it's ready to bite
Hornet's nest
Lay me down to rest
Ooh I wanna shed my skin
I got the urge to merge
You're cold as ice, baby won't you let me in
Night scenes
Wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Don't like to dress, talk too good, but I found my queen
Not too clean, know what I like, if you know what I mean
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
This must be love
Fits like a glove
Well it must be love, it must be love
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove
Feel the heat
Driver's seat
My blessing is my curse
Think I'm gonna burst, a gonna burst, a gonna burst
Night scenes
Wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Ooh baby, babe, fits like a glove
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove
'Cause when I go through her
It's just like a hot knife through butter, ooh yeah
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
Fits like a glove, well it must be love
It must be love, fits like a glove
Fits like a glove, well it must be love
It must be love
Fits like a glove
Baby let me in
Girl I'm gonna treat you right
Well goodness sakes
My snake's alive and it's ready to bite
Hornet's nest
Lay me down to rest
Ooh I wanna shed my skin
I got the urge to merge
You're cold as ice, baby won't you let me in
Night scenes
Wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Don't like to dress, talk too good, but I found my queen
Not too clean, know what I like, if you know what I mean
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
This must be love
Fits like a glove
Well it must be love, it must be love
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove
Feel the heat
Driver's seat
My blessing is my curse
Think I'm gonna burst, a gonna burst, a gonna burst
Night scenes
Wet dreams
Enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Ooh baby, babe, fits like a glove
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Fits like a glove, fits like a glove
'Cause when I go through her
It's just like a hot knife through butter, ooh yeah
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
Fits like a glove, well it must be love
It must be love, fits like a glove
Fits like a glove, well it must be love
It must be love
Fits like a glove
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