NUMERO FATALE


Rough Trade



Intoxicated drunk with desire
You're flailing blindly
Sweat stinging your eyes
Can't fight it off cling to me desperately

(chorus)
Your numbers up give up
Numero fatale
Your numbers up, give up
Numero fatale fatale

Your back's against the wall
Fighting a losing battle
It's so hot so hot
There's no sound in this room except our breathing

(chorus)




(Contributed by =Ae= - September 2013)