Artist: Iggy Pop Album: Instinct Title: High On You Pop I like your wooden door, baby I never want to leave, baby If i could rule the night, baby I'd turn it into white There wouldn't _?_ I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you High on you I like your rugged cross, baby I don't pray in churches, baby I got nowhere to worship, baby Because it isn't him I don't need a _?_ man I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you High on you Terrorist in my heart Tearin' it all apart Terrorist in my heart Tearin' it all apart I love the way you feel, baby The mornin' startin' drunk, baby Drinking of your soul, baby And everything i know Digs the way your body glows I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you High on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high on you I'm getting high Corrupting in the air I really need you You got two play rides I really love them My we're getting high Are we getting high

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