Lyrics: Motley Crue. Saints Of Los Angeles. This Ain't A Love Song.

I met her down at Marilyn's Grave, looking like an S & M slave,
drinking like a fool with a prison tattoo on her cheek,

Well i knew it would never last, cause we were running from our criminal past, But none of that mattered I was hot and she was flattered by me,

well I had one or two gram lines to get inside her head, there's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed.

This ain't a Love Song, this is a F**k Song, don't have to sing along,
This ain't a Love Song, It's just a F**k Song, Yeah, Um

She didn't wanna look in my eyes, as we bailed down Beverly drive,
looking for a place to stop, a little place to get high,
Susie didn't call it love, she was good just giving it up,
all she really wanted was a little Rock N Roll that night,

She said "turn it up so f**kin loud, that I can't hear my mind",
She bent down on the bed post, and I watched Suzie grind!

This ain't a Love Song, this is a F**k Song, don't have to sing along,
This ain't a Love Song, It's just a F**k Song, Let's do it all night long, Yeah! Wow!

well I had one or two gram lines to get inside her head, there's no need for roses I just laid her down in bed.

This ain't a Love Song, this is a F**k Song, don't have to sing along,
This ain't a Love Song, It's just a F**k Song, Yeah! Um!

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