Young Blood Songtext
von Whitesnake
Young Blood Songtext
If you feel the rolling thunder
And your eyes see lightning strike
Don′t be afraid to call on me
I'll bring you shelter from the night
When the wind is howling, I′ll hold you near
And soothe your troubled mind
With a little bit of this—a little bit of that
I'll make you leave all your worries behind
Don't try to hold on to what you got
′Cos I got what you need
Don′t try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me, woo
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood
When you're burning hot with fever
And you shake down to your bones
Don′t get yourself into a cold sweat
It's just your bad blood throwing stones
The Devil has got your number
He wants you hanging on a line
But before the night is over, baby
I′m gonna make you mine
Don't try to hold on to what you got
'Cos I got what you need
Don′t try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me
I′ll make you run for your...
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
I'm coming to get ya
Don′t try to stop me, baby
Don't try to hold on to what you got
′Cos I've got what you need
Don't try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
And I′m gonna make you mine...
And your eyes see lightning strike
Don′t be afraid to call on me
I'll bring you shelter from the night
When the wind is howling, I′ll hold you near
And soothe your troubled mind
With a little bit of this—a little bit of that
I'll make you leave all your worries behind
Don't try to hold on to what you got
′Cos I got what you need
Don′t try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me, woo
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood
When you're burning hot with fever
And you shake down to your bones
Don′t get yourself into a cold sweat
It's just your bad blood throwing stones
The Devil has got your number
He wants you hanging on a line
But before the night is over, baby
I′m gonna make you mine
Don't try to hold on to what you got
'Cos I got what you need
Don′t try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me
I′ll make you run for your...
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
I'm coming to get ya
Don′t try to stop me, baby
Don't try to hold on to what you got
′Cos I've got what you need
Don't try to hold on for anyone
Come on, give it to me
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You′re hot property
Young blood
Young blood—You're hot property
Young blood
And I′m gonna make you mine...
Writer(s): Neil Murray, Yirrmal Marika Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com