Primal Scream - Dolls (Live from Later... with Jools Holland 2006)

Primal Scream - Dolls (Live from Later With Jools Holland 2006) Maximum Rock ’N’ Roll: The Singles OUT NOW - http://smarturl.it/PS_MXRNR Listen on Spotify - http://smarturl.it/PS_SpotifyTT Listen on Apple Music - http://smarturl.it/PS_AppleES Listen on Amazon - http://smarturl.it/PS_Amazon Follow Primal Scream Official Website: http://www.primalscream.net Facebook:   / primalscreamofficial   Twitter:   / screamofficial   Instagram:   / primalscreamofficial   Lyrics Lalalalalala Saw you walking down the street Holding hands with some other guy Wearing a sharkskin suit, black patent leather boots & big brown flying saucer eyes I didn't talk to you then You were kissing your friend Besides it was the wrong time & place I went home & took a shower Read "Our Lady Of The Flowers" by Jane Genet I knew we'd meet again Don't want your diamonds Don't want your gold I want your love I want your soul Come on baby, let's have a good time Lalalalalalalala Sweet Rock'n'Roll I searched all over town Quizzed the dudes hanging around, No one had ever seen a chick like you before I hit strip joints & museums Bars and Clubs & Jesus I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul Then one rainy winter Tuesday I saw you on the subway You were headed for the tunnel Me the door I pressed my face against the glass You sped by me in a flash Like a motorcycle crash You smoked my skull Don't want your diamonds Don't want your gold I want your love I want your soul Come on baby, let's have a good time Lalalalalalalala Sweet Rock'n'Roll Here she comes now So there I was walking in the pouring rain Wonderin' who & why & where & what you were I had hallucinatory dreams Shivers sweats & screams Like an opiate withdrawal only worse Then one long hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride Saw you looking mean & evil Voodoo rockabilly queen 'bout to kickstart your machine Like a fighter pilot flying off to war You had a tight black leather jacket Skull & crossbones on the back God bless your soul of sweet Gene Vincent There you were Don't want your diamonds Don't want your gold I want your love I want your soul Come on baby, let's have a good time Lalalalalalalala Sweet Rock'n'Roll