Me and That Man - Get Outta This Place

GET OUTTA THIS PLACE (by John Porter) Well, I'm washing down your naked body, Counting your wounds and your scars, See the crazy look on your face As you light up your cigar. Your leather boots were made for walkin' And to kick the hell out of your face. You say I gotta wait for your loving, 'Cause we gotta get outta this place. We gotta get outta this place. The way you kill is like a wild dog And it sets your body on fire. I see you, girl getting a taste, But we gotta get outta this place. Gotta get outta this place. Oh yeah Your blouse too tight, your skirt way up high, Here comes another fool for a ride, He's gonna wake up the other side of hell, 'Cause we gotta get outta this place. We gotta get outta this place We gotta get outta this place We gotta get outta this place...