Precious (The Paradise Theatre, March 1980) Songtext / Lyric

I like the way you cross the street

'Cause I'm precious

Moving through the Cleavland heat

How precious



You're taking nights and all the kicks

You're so precious

But you know I ain't shittin' bricks

'Cause I'm precious



Make me burn

Make me wanna

Make me make it

Oh so mean



He's picked at fifth and Euclid Avenue

Was real precious

Hotel, still and comin' into view

How precious






Pity that you bruised my hip

'Cause I'm precious

You shouldn't let your manners slip

You're too precious



Make me burn

Make me wanna

Make me make it

Oh suck



We were bound, bound, bound, bound to show it

We want to do it, do it, do it, do it on the pavement

Maybe, maybe I'm going to have a baby

We want to do it, do it all night



I was feeling kind of ethereal

'Cause I'm precious

I got my eye on your imperial

You're so precious



Now, Howard the Duck and Mister Strausbow Straid

Precious

Trapped in a world that they never made

But not me, baby, I'm too precious

Fuck off!



Make me burn

Make me wanna

Make me make it

Oh so mean