Interpret:

Mötley Crüe

Album:

Saints of Los Angeles

I met her down at Marylin's grave
Lookin' like an S & M slave
Drinkin' like a fool
With a prison tattoo on her cheek
Well I knew that we would never last
Cuz we were runnin' from our criminal past
But none of that mattered
I was high and she was flattered by me


I had wine and 2-gram lines
To get inside her head
There was no need for roses
I just layed her down in bed


(Chorus)


This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
Let's do it all night long


She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Mulholland Drive
Lookin for a place to suck a little face and get high
Suzy wouldn't call it love
She was good just givin' it up
All she really wanted was a little rock and roll tonight


She said turn it up so fucking loud
That I can't hear my mind
She bit down on the bedpost
And I watched Suzy grind