Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me That the bird in my chest was dead But that's never, never, never She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer And she can break them off if she damn well pleases Just as long as she brings it home to me Can you touch what I'm saying? It's like, oh, did Shuggie do it yet? Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me That the sex in my walk was cotton soft But that's never, never, never touch me[)] My body is an earthquake Ready t (guitaretab.com)
