Lou Reed — Kicks
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Hey man, what’s your style?
How do you get your kicks for living?
Hey man, what’s your style?
How do you get your adrenaline flowing now?
How do you get your adrenaline flowing?
Hey man, what’s your style?
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what’s your style?
I ain’t jealous of the way you’re living
I ain’t jealous of the way you’re living
When you cut that dude with that stiletto, man, yeah
You did it so, ah, chic-like
When the blood comma’ down his neck
Don’t you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
‘Cause it’s the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
Then you just get somebody to
To now, now, come on to you
And then you kill ’em, yeah
You kill ’em, now, now
’cause I need kicks
Baby, baby, I need kicks, now
I’m getting bored, I need, need it, need it, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, what’s your style?
How do you get your kicks for living?
Hey man, what’s your style?
How do you get your adrenaline flowing now, now, now, now, now
How do you get your adrenaline flowing?
Hey man, what’s your style?
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what’s your style?
I ain’t jealous of the way you’re living
Ain’t jealous of, now, now, the way you’re living
In the newspaper …
You did it so, ah, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the, the final thing to do
Get somebody to come, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, to come, come on to you
Then ya kill them now
Then ya kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
‘Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I’m getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kick-kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks…
